When The Love Grows Old
written by: Abha Das Sarma
From the stillness of veil
Under the spread of skies
Breathing rose and incense
In the moment
Heightened by the Shehnai-
I look beyond its golden fringe
For a morning star that will rise
Every night until now
Fifteen thousand seven hundred
With silent prayers, I savor my love
Confined and wrapped over my head.
As I grow old I raise my face
To a golden light brushed above filtering hope-
My veil now in the safe keep of my progenies
Of intertwined promises and dreams
To bring until eternity.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Shehnai – a musical instrument, originating from the Indian subcontinent. It is made of wood, with a double reed at one end and a metal or wooden flared bell at the other end. Its sound is thought to create and maintain a sense of auspiciousness and as a result, it is widely used during marriages.
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