Say a word, say something <br />O my dark beloved! <br />Stir spring into my life! <br />O my dark beloved! <br /> <br />If you stir spring into my life, <br />I will become a doe. <br />In the dense garden of your beauty <br />I will forage for fragrance. <br />If you shoot arrows of separation at me <br />I, infatuated, will swoon! <br />I will not drink, though you pour upon me <br />Delicate, sweet words. <br /> <br />If you stir spring into my life, <br />I will become moonlight. <br />At midnight, in a sandalwood forest <br />I will come to you. <br />Heavy with perfume <br />I will lay a bed for you. <br />While you sleep, I will kiss you, <br />And fall back, unbalanced. <br /> <br />If you stir spring into my life, <br />I will become a cloud. <br />Whatever road you walk <br />Upon it I will shower myself. <br />The wells of grief, I know, are deeper than life itself, <br />I will fill them, neck high. <br />These wells that have no rope, <br />And no pail. <br /> <br />If you stir spring into my life, <br />I will become a butterfly. <br />The pollen of separation, more precious than wisdom <br />I will distribute from door to door. <br />The tree of separation is tinier than a nail <br />But casts a shadow a million miles wide, <br />This tree that grows peversely, <br />Right beside the heart. <br />O my dark beloved! <br />Stir spring into my life! <br />O my dark beloved!<br /><br />Shiv Kumar Batalvi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/say-something-7/
