When I heard you would go on long leave ...

Penned By B D Narayankar

From a kite floating along

The heart of mine fell 

on a molten turf

And began to melt

It wore the sheeth of frozen snow

Which could not hold the heat

of your long leave news

First my breath stopped for a while 

Then the words blabbered

And one by one melted in my lips

The groan of dying words 

could be heard from some distance

And then everything disappeared

Life is a cycle

After the pain sets

happiness rises

I will wait for your return

with bated breath
to see you carrying

your childhood in your arms

You wouldn't know for ages

I have been waiting
for this moment to happen, 
honey