What If
WHAT IF
What if my sandy mind dries in desert
Dreaming clouds of parched passion don’t come low
Make your soft shadow overcast my heart
My horizon waits for south wind to blow
Bring from sly sky your mystique clouds below
In storm surge desire in desert would flow.
What if you’re a tree in the fawn forest
Branches taking to the bleached sky your green
For a while in the shade I want to rest
See the crown play with sun I haven’t seen
Hear the song the leaves sing with drops of rain
Reach deep in your grace where I haven’t been.
What if river in my valley gets lost
The flowers dry on the land turned fallow
I’d preserve some, the ones you like the most
In my wasteland green hopes would again grow
When the rains would bring you through the rainbow
Flowers would embrace you, it’s me you’d know.
What if my world breaks, collapses inside
In your heart I’d find a place to reside.
January 25, 2018.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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