If I Could See Her Once More! Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Slumbering heard knocking at the door
On account of indolence not opened
Waking up in the morning
Saw the dry branches of Golden Champaka
Sprouting and blooming
In the morning sun dancing in joy and swinging...
Aromatic air

So She came.. it's She.. must She...
Gone back..

Fie! fie! on me
Alack! alack! How unfortunate fellow I'm!

If I could see Her once more!
If She could come once more!
If I could see Her once more!
If I could see Her once more!