The days pass in bits and parts, night avails in shreds n pieces;
We’re each endowed in accord with heaven’s cover, its reaches.
I’ve wished to know this heart of mine
But have heard the laughs on each try
Like a yell on top at my defeat once more
Will in rout and loss, my life down and beat.
But what of defeats, of their attacks oblique ?
Move on I must, keep on walking
I have the beau after my heart
And this unrest too, ever since.
It starts but is without consequence
When my story is without that name…
That co-traveller who dissolves
In the dark folds of my mane.
Ill-repute, yes, I do embrace
But am lost no more, no more misplaced.
Why must I not heed
The calls of youth in heart ?
Pick at its joyous yields
Its smiles and laughs ?
Not all are destined otherwise
To avail in life… those rewards.
Flowing tears pause to tell the eye
It’s not the goblet that melts in wine !
Is the day over ?
Or is the groom’s party
On the boat drowned ?
No dirge from the shores
I hear not a soul’s howl !
~ Meena Kumari