Crush of leaves and gravel beneath
You on your brisk walk to shed calories
Why did you stop mid-step
was it to hear me sing?
Did you deduce me to be
a Song Sparrow
a Warbler – a Bulbul?
Will my melodies fire some synapses in you
To later scribe a line or two?
Will my notes inspire you to write
A lament like Ghalib’s:
Making you wish thousand wishes
But dying at every longing?
Or a couplet like Faiz’s:
Will my song be
part of the garden’s administration,
which is abated till your beloved visits?
Is my song a song of freedom
as sung by Maya’s caged bird?
Will you give me wings and a back draft
So I can claim the sky?
Will you recognize me when
I later come to your backyard
And claim my fill from the cherry tree?
Will you listen to my song
As you do now,
Resting on a felled tree.
Or will you simply shoo me away?
Notes: NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 13. Today’s prompt was simply to take a walk and “make notes — mental or otherwise — on what you see on your walk, and incorporate these notes into your poem. A bit more serene and observational than yesterday…”
Poem is suppose to be self-referential, but I had few other works swirling in my head as this poem’s idea came to me. So, more so for me then the reader, references I used:
Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle
all the thousands of longings are such that over every longing I would die
many of my wishes ’emerged’– but still, few ’emerged’.
do come over, so the garden can get on with its daily business