The Date Poem by Bipin Patsani

Billion stars bloom
When you glide along in memory
And I wait like a crane brooding.

I know that you won't come
To offer me your healing presence,
Still I long for you,
I long for you and wait;
Because you only know the secret
Of my ruined realm,
Only you have the mind and means
For bringing it back to form.

If something happens?
I fear if something happened
And the tavern collapsed
Gathering debris
As in a quake or collision?

No. No. Let me think
It is some appointment
Or disruption of link
That keeps us apart.