My Time Shall Soon March! Poem by Seema joglekar

Moments stampede like fleeting dew drops, now here &then gone,
Languid hours stagger to stack like a pile of wilting flowers,
Days linger in their worthlessness like a faltering smile,
Jingle of my bangles hides not the restlessness,
For that forbearing look you give, when you raise your eyes to mine,
I shall wait in the shadows to unravel the secrets of your heart,
Knowing my time is soon to come.

What would the idlers know how you save me by hard refusals,
Like a Jasmine tree that does not waste its fragrance in early flowers,
How day by day you make me worthy of the simple,
To pleasure in the solace of the east wind or to lose myself in the koel’s song,
To muse on the flight of the cranes or the patterns skies draw in patience
Great gifts you gave to me unasked--
Making me worthy of your full acceptance, by refusing me
Saving me from perils of weak uncertain desires
To realize my time is soon to come.

Knowing not our time is yet to come,
I raged like a river in loosened braids
Only fury with no wind I reach the shallows,
Though abroad on this stormy night on your journey of love,
By what dim shore of the raging river,
By what far edge of the frowning forest,
Through what mazy depth of gloom,
You are threading your course to come to me, my friend,
I hang my head in shame,
Now I will make my time march.