by Minal Sarosh
Before it is time,
even the night will not come
although the sleepy, peeping birds
are sometimes deceived
by dusk’s lurking shadows.
Even the day will not come
before it is time,
but the dew will water its path
and wait patiently on leaves.
.
And, even if we may blow candles
every year, death will not come,
and the wax will not melt away
into a faceless heap, before it is time.
Just as my muse will not come,
wandering as a pigeon
and drop a sentence, a twig,
in my balcony, before it is time.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Minal Sarosh is a post graduate in English literature. She has a collection of her poems Mitosis and Other Poems published by Writers Workshop, Kolkata in 1992. Many of her poems have appeared in Indian Literature, Times of India, Ahmedabad, Femina, Journal of Poetry Society (India), Chandrabhaga, Emerging Voices, Voices of Hope, The Silken Web and Winners Vol.III (Unison Publications), I Me Myself, Winners of the Unisun-Reliance Timeout Poetry Contest 2005 (Unisun Publications, Bangalore) and ‘Soul Feathers’ (Indigo Dreams Publishing Ltd, U.K.), . Besides, her poems have also appeared in online journals like Muse India, Asia Writes, Danse Macabre, Other Voices International Project, The Brown Critique and Nether., She has won awards in All India Poetry Competition 2005 (Poetry Society (India) Delhi, Creative Writing Competition 2006 of Unisun Publications, Bangalore and SMS Poetry Competition 2007 and 2008 Kala Ghoda Arts Festival, Mumbai., She lives in Ahmedabad, India.
Last updated August 15, 2011