Aditi in a Dream at Wollongong (A Poem for My Daughter)
That evening jogging on the beach with my friends
miles and miles away from home I was alone
the sea was rolling and unrolling its carpet of blue and grey
with what was a milk-border of foam
rolling and unrolling it endlessly or so it seemed
a score of seagulls on the shore flapped their wings
starch white some picking morsels from the sand
jogging on the beach that evening miles and miles away from home
I ran into a dream
a little challenged girl in knickers and sport shirt
was carried by the waves to the shore and as she stepped
on the beach I held her hand
she walked with me her puny feet at every step battling
with the sand her head swayed sideward with the breeze
she clapped her hands now and then and broke
into an incoherent song seemingly happy walking the beach
I was happy too holding her hand that evening jogging
till the shout of friends behind woke me up
alone in my room that night I felt restless, sleep was long in coming...
waking up at morn I learnt my TV had been on whole night !
Sunil Uniyal ( born 1953-) is a poet and translator based in New Delhi, India. He has been writing haiku and poems for over thirty years and many of these have appeared in e-journals like Muse India, Kritya, AHA Poetry, Poetica Magazine, Sketch Book, Notes From the Gean, A Hundred Gourds and Haiku Dreaming Australia. His work in translation includes, The Target is Behind the Sky -Fifty Poems of Kabir, brought out by the Low Price Publications, Delhi in February 2012.
Dear Sunil,
ReplyDeleteThank you for all the encouraging comments you left for other writers today and for sharing your talent at Whispers. It is creative and supportive people like you that make this site possible.
Blessings,
Karen
Thank you, Karen. You have been very kind.
DeleteDear Sunil,
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem for your daughter I enjoyed the memories you wrote of her in your dream.
Sandra
Sunil this is deliciously whimsical and a delight to read. I imagined that you were walking with a mermaid and laughed when it was all a dream permeated by something playing on your t.v. and bleeding into your sleep. I read it over and over so as not to miss a single note of your imagination. Love Jane and welcome to Whispers!
ReplyDeleteDear Sunil
ReplyDeleteI feel nothing but love in this beauty of a poem. I cannot name all the phrases that seem brilliant to me. Like Jane. I've come to read this again. I too have had the TV on all night for the company to sleep.
love,
Kathy
Thank you, Barbara Siekierski, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteVery inspiring poem about a daughter.