My Lady... Poem by Sanjay Kamlakar

Too Far from me my lady watching...
Evening surrounds the mystery, My lady still quietly listening.
The chirping birds flying from the Sun to their nests much tiny
Little birds waiting at nests listening without listening
Returning of their hopes....

My lady is now smiling for the smell of the jasmine is mingling and tingling her within,
with the night so deepening... Deepening like flock of dreams
Returning from the skies to melt in the earth like a first rain drenching the leaves yet tiny
Tiny like my lady's dream!