The dusk was slowly settling on the street
Facing which two friends sat
The aroma of coffee filled the shop
And they had so many things to share betwixt them,
Small but significant things,
Like their joys and peals of laughter,
Undiluted, pure, uninhabited,
The dusk looked perfect
Devoid of any ornamentation,
The dusk looked human,
All too human.
Ah! Even after so many years
Still how one can hear
Cries and sobs and screams
Of millions teeming
Half fed, beaten black and blue
Before gassed without any cue,
Ah! Even after so many years
Still how can one hear
Wails and pantings and dirge
Of people in blood and mud
So horribly painted and greased
Before their throbbings of hearts ceased,
Forever,
Ah! How still how after so many years
One can their weepings silently hear.
The warm wintry sun was going to sleep
When thinking of you I walked a few miles
And reached that place where we did keep
Our little secrets like simple things
A smile, a laugh, a kiss and a pat
And some very very personal belongings
Your diamond nosepin, my tattered pocketbook,
A key chain and a peacock shaped ring;
The warm wintry sun was going to sleep
When following your trails I somehow reached
That particular place where we did keep
Our simple little unforgettable things-
A scene of our heads resting upon other's,
A saffron red sky painted like a flame,
A musical flight of a dove's white feather,
And many insignificant inconsequential names.
When the moon came down upon me
One night as it shone the most
I thought you were there just beside
As I got that whiff of scented rose,
Love which we both bore in hearts,
Then we perhaps both felt strong,
And the moon yellow, large and low
All that quietly witnessed for long,
The night had thus beautifully turned
Into a delightful hour of communion
You and your thoughts when laid bare
All my pent up passions young.
Mail woman mail woman
Where do you go?
Is it not painful for him
To stand waiting
For you in chilling snow?
Mail woman mail woman
Where do you go?
Has the day not ended
And the evening descended
With light turning low?
Mail woman mail woman
Pedal down you to that place
Where waits your man
Half frozen braving cold
Only for your sweet embrace,
Go there and plant a kiss
Right there on his parched lips
And say a few words warm
Into his ears soft till they will glow,
Mail woman mail woman
Where do you go?
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