If only I could…
Rewind the track of my life,
To go back in childhood,
To roll in mud;
Hide under beds;
To play in the street light;
To be dragged home by the ear!
**
If only I could…
Scramble through
The recycle bin of time
To rummage for my friends
Long lost in the smoke of loss
To restore them in fresh folders
And save in my present account!
**
If only I could…
Copy-paste my happiness
On to all the faces, drenched in tears;
And delete, with the click of a button,
Pain and poverty from the earth!
**
If only I could…
Format my life
That goes awry
Every now and then!
And
Download some programme
To protect my dear ones
From various ‘viruses’
Threatening me in my dreams!
**
If only I could…
Log on to Skype
To connect to, and chat with
The departed souls,
From the world above!
If only I could…
Narinder Jit Kaur is a retired Associate Professor from Patiala,who taught English Literature for 31 Years in various Government Colleges of Punjab. A writer and a translator, she has five books of translations, from Punjabi to English, to her credit Including Voices In The Back Courtyard(Rupa & Co.) -An Anthology Of Short-Stories By Punjabi Women Writers. She writes articles, poems and short-stories in English, Punjabi and Hindi. You can read more from her on narinderjit.com