Now Perhaps

Every morning
Thy existence melts like dewdrops on flowers
In the feathers like sunlight
And the fragrance pervades
of our past.

We trod and trod miles together
Taking the rivers on our shoulders
And the trees on the banks
Flowed behind us,
Leaving their shadows past,
The sky then blossomed in thy eyes

When we came back,
The hamlets came near and near
Crossing the rivulets,
And the tiny bells in the neck of the dusk
Filled the air with twing twang,
And you began to flow like Milky Way.

Now tell me dear,
How long has it been?
The sun has risen between us?

Today,
The morning has blossomed like a lotus….
But that river is spreading
Dry and barren between us…!!!

Now spread your hands
As long as you can….
Perchance the antelopes gallop
From your palms!

- Intaj Malek

'Valley with Ploughman Seen from Above' by Vincent van Gogh