Elude Me Not

In the dark rainy July with invisible steps

you walk silent like night eluding all watchers!

And today the morning has closed
its eyes unmindful of the resolute calls
of the east wind and a thick veil is drawn
over the ever-wakeful blue sky.

The woodlands too have silenced their songs

and doors of all the houses are shut
while you, my only friend, a solitary wayfarer
is in the street completely deserted.
 
My beloved the gates are open in my house;
so do not pass by my home like a dream!

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 22

Henry Victor          02.01.2013