With every sigh and fear,
In every foot trampling the ground
And soot laden heavy sight,
I wish something.
A space enlivening those arty pictures:
Of cotton soil, new born sky
A shore of corals and soft airy sand.
Day might pass in an eye’s wink
Clocks won’t scramble the veins of forehead
Motor might not trespass
The ears making love with birds.
Voices may not hammer the drowsy sleep.
Somewhere sun might consummate the sea
Without a sonnet of love.
Drizzling would be silent
Song to a lover’s ear.
Heart would bear less force to pump.
A lap where sleep comes like breathe.
Where breath itself could be
Heard and played with.
No nightmare of forlorn darkness
May dread the day.
My lap too could be a cradle for someone.
A greeting to the life of nomads:
Sit in, lie down, and settle.
No ill fear of robbery, rape, riot.
An uphill drive towards the wilderness,
To the land unknown to the eye,
Where the land and sea end
And tranquil meets peace.