The Waiting Game - Poem by Seema joglekar
Today the moon preens like a peacock, low overhead,
My wild fearless eyes lower shy at his boldness,
Like a newly opened bud at the first breach of light,
Today his audacity is perverse he stalks me like a cloud,
Over a lone hill, intruding in my path, brings your summons.
Flustered I sit wringing my hands expectant, what now,
A heart that never broke its rhythm has learnt to stop now,
At your sight, cart wheels and somersaults, unaware like you,
Moonlight was never missed now it is looked at in awe.
Today his temerity is regretted, I wish he would go elsewhere
Don’t burn my Songs in your fierce breath, I can wait a little
Till he arrives, my bethron heart still dances in its cadence,
The stars joined the procession of hot coals, light their sparks
Speech of my heart is carried on in murmurings of a song,
They tell me you are on your way soon enough as they whine
When you shall arrive to fuse your heartstrings with mine.
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