Asim Kumar Paul at International Poetry Fest, 2011, Guntur, India (Photo-1)
On my way, I am in a waiting room,
New Delhi Railway Station,
I am travelling with valid train tickets,
To attend International Poetry Fest, 2011, Guntur.
I am waiting for my train,
For Vijayawada, then to Guntur, AP, India.
I am waiting for you, honey,
O my distant lady, I want to have
A train journey with you.
I want to tell you that loving intention,
And I gather up whole of my dream
Of beautiful love under one sun.
I am seeing all moving amplitudes of passengers,
Coming here, waiting here, and
Then they go for their scheduled journey.
One young woman comes with her husband
Having two kids below five years of age,
Who walk, run and fall on the floor,
And both are boys,
And she dances with the kids to control them,
And her husband stands by with luggage,
And smiles at the kids’ glittering enthusiasm,
Who are his sound love and care, and
Their mother is youthful, child-like defiance with love.
I love it; I am also feeling pleasure with them.
Another woman comes with her husband,
They are smiling always, and talking with themselves,
And they sit close by shoulders,
And her husband puts her head on his shoulder,
With his left hand bounding her back of shoulders around,
They are in friendly excitement, charming and darling,
With beauty, and enthrall of love and life.
I love it; it is a life of love and continuity.
One young woman comes with pleasant dresses,
And dances with a kid of her kin, and
She moves with the boy where he goes,
And the entire waiting room is her walking region.
She is a pretty young woman, and
She has a beautiful face and body.
She cannot stay on a chair for a moment,
She likes to sit before young boys,
Who are holding cell phones at their hands.
These young boys make attempts
To take snaps of her glimpses,
Of her beauty that is flickering and moving around.
One boy has tried to take a snap of her,
In his cell phone camera, but he fails,
As she is restless in crowd gathering,
And cannot be snapped separately,
And I find the boy rubs his forehead with his fingers,
As he has not met success to snap photograph of her.
I love it. It is natural for selection, love and time’s wonder.
Note: Picture credit: Poet Dr. Dalip Kumar Khetarpal, and Background lady: poet Dr. Nagasuseela, who is the co-organizer of the poetry fest with poet Dr. P. Gopichand at JKC College, Guntur.