When the soul remains shrouded
In the dead silence of a few past days,
When the heart lies curled up
Too heavy to move;
When the sky remains overcast
With smoking clouds of pain and agony
When words lose their meanings
And protests their fire;
When things remain
As they had been;
I look vacantly
At the blank page in front
With a mind numb and dead
Waiting for the fog to clear
Within and without;
The heart is still out
Wandering
In the dark lanes of
A stone-dead system,
Looking for its way back home;
Let it come back to me
To give me my voice back.
Till then
I Wait….I Wait…I Wait.
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