By Debanjana Sinha Roy
Okay. So, next life same time.
You'll still wait for me at the stand,
Watching me chase dandelions in the air,
Unborn to despair,
Steadfast in love.
Fleeting words of hope in the wings of dove,
Singing I care.
Sky gazing will still be us,
Holding hands downhill.
Pulling the log to burn their predictions down
Collecting ashes to build our own.
Home be heart and
Heart be home.
Still doing what we do the best.
Picking up trinkets to build our nest.
Still to love and still to cry.
Stale afternoons to steal and try,
To make ours in halves and wholes.
In ink, words and scrolls.
So, next life too you'll still count my age,
In sunshine and stargaze.
On words and letters or chances and might,
We'll blossom in love and its wholesome flight.