I Am Lying Often Alone In My Cottage These Days
Those childish dreams I had dreamt, in an utter innocence,
In your love
Like hugging that big dog was barking boisterous on phone
In those summers' long quiet nights, in your street;
Bathing on a hot summer's day naked
In the brook passing by your yard;
Or calling the Adhan on a quiet afternoon,
In the lovely small mosque
Of your lovely small village;
And, that teaching women students poetry
As a professor in a college,
And having romance with!
As that Indian lawyer-politician
Had hundreds of such women-student admirers;
Have all vanished, unfulfilled, forever.
I am lying often alone in my cottage these days,
A laid off,
Wiping tears,
Remembering the pompous days have passed
In my life.
That teaching in a country school,
Or accompanying you in those fair summers
To that distant dale,
You were teaching politics in a school.
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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