As If She Is Coming Poem by Golaka Acharya

As if She is Coming
She is coming; as if she is coming
She gave her words in an earlier birth to come
and she is coming.

The trees are ready with buds
to bloom and have worn sarees in green
the air has sprayed some scent in it
the water has taken an ablution-all
all are ready to greet her; and me
so young at fifty
as if I am just seventeen.

She is the flesh of my flesh
she is the blood of my blood
she is the life of my body
in her absence she is more with me
and what will happen if she comes.

The tender sun
the lighted night
the soft day and my historic life
can they at all keep her
can they at all keep her
for all births to come!
As if She is Coming