by Harleen Kaur (India)
Now, that borders have distanced
How am I ever going to see you again?
Maybe, I’ll become air and
Cross those wires.
I’d caress your hair as I used to
With my delicate hands,
Under the moonlight.
Do you remember my touch?
Or, I’ll become a fish and run with
Chenab or Jhelum.
I hope when you see me
You’ll hold me with your manly hands,
Like you used to clench my waist.
(I won’t fear death now,
Because in a jiff I’ll wake up to eternity).
Or, I’ll become a bird,
I’d carry oomph of this land in my feathers
Bring it to you.
I hope you’ll run your fingers through those
Feathers and feel it,
As you used to…
I’d sing songs of freedom.
Freedom, well, I still wonder,
How people confined in barbed wires be free?
I’ll live in the air.
Hanging from this tree of love.
With a two metres of clothe around my neck,
That couldn’t save me from fiends.
I’ll be hanging here.
Till the land underneath both of us become one.
Till we meet again.
*This Painting has been made by Saurabh Singh, a student of Gujarat Public School (Vadodara, India) and is a copyright of Aaghaz-e-Dosti.
Harleen Kaur has pursued English literature from University of Delhi. She curates time in pictures and prose.