By Sunil Sharma
Even in your long absence—
I hear daily your musical voice!
The multi-coloured jingle of the bangles
And the silver anklets
Your laughter lingers
On summer nights.
I smell the perfume you wear
To your work daily.
As I drift finally
Into the land of beautiful gentle sleep
After a long day’s hard work
Pounding the keys
Of the computer board
In a little cubicle
In an impersonal office
I see you gently rise by my side, smiling sweetly
The way you have done all your life.
In love, a part is left, I sense you around
Like a bunch of the scented Raatrani flowers
Blooming in the garden below
The fragrance irrigating my inner voids.
A solitary star in a lonely vault, me
When I get afraid or down in dumps, I see again—
Your angelic smile
And dancing doe-eyes that follow me unseen
You are my Muse that lives within.
Sunil Sharma is a college principal, freelance journalist, author and editor. Mumbai-based, he has published 19 books—solo and joint. His prose and poetry have appeared in many places in the world.