Ringing On and On….
Sunananda Kabir
The telephone is ringing...ringing on and on
You are to come to me today
I spent the whole morning with the orchids--
Impatience seems to be blooming
for thousands and thousands of years in deep violet flowers
For you my deepest of love still!
In my thoughts of self-created loneliness
I reach out to you, you only
You are there and there you are in all my existence
Suddenly I desire,
The salty taste of your lips sweeps away
The careful decorations of ignored Ahalya:
The stone womanbrimming
with speechless dialogue
Who will lead her in the prehistoric forest With what trust?