There is a secluded corner at our home,
At which I often look and quietly watch
How deftly you have built a world of your own.
With your neat hands you have stacked there
All your 'own' commodities in perfect order.
Sometimes I'm curious to know what all
You've kept there, the personal'possessions'
That you fancied to possess and preserve.
When you are home alone, at times you open
This world to yourself and tidily rearrange things.
Your slender fingers search through the nooks
And the corners, to reassure things are alright.
Between the layers you grope and look for
Not some currency notes nor some jewellery,
But my thirty some years old scribed letters!
You have a chest for money and valuables, some
Secret chambers for jewellery and other things too.
More than the valuables you love to touch and read
My old letters and some of yours as well, kept edited,
But never posted, just seen and folded back in place.
15 April 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem