#TheUnrequitedLove

We will fall in love when we are sixteen years old in the next birth,
Will you remember?

There will be a big roof in the chest, I will spread the cold carpet there;
In the evening we will sit together.
One or two stars will fall from the sky!
Suddenly the tears of the star will roll down your eyelids;
You will sing a song written by a wearied poet—
Then I will sit quietly and just stare at you.
Will you remember?

In the next birth, I will pay the distance of this birth.
The smell of the hair of this birth should remain in the next birth,
The urge of this birth should remain in the next birth.

I'll be a vagabond and your emotion, passion!
First of all, I will erase the elegance of this birth.
If you cry, I will absorb all the water in an instant with deep happiness.
I will be a poet in the next life, I will compose thousands of songs about you!
Will you remember?

And whatever happens or not, I will be a bird in the next birth;
I will be colour of Holi festival, the grass of field.
I will be the eternal blue morning to see the autumn sky. Be it or not, I will be your first man!
Will you remember?

Your diamond-crushed love will fill the whole body—
Your current will snatch away my pride.
I have so much to say that cannot be said in this birth.
There were a lot of words in my heart, neatly arranged but still could not be said in rhythm.

In the company of the impossible, this birth was cut short,
I will be a human being in the next life if I get your love, you take it.
Will you remember?
© Dr. Tulika Sarkar