How would thee be?
Blue, like the skies over the mountains
Or the sea a hundred fathoms deep?
Would thee be a lavender blue
Or a fragrance from Satchmo’s jazz?
I do not remember days anymore –
Rattle of toddy cats on the roof
Rustle of the mango tree in the breeze
The howl of my dogs
Pining for love.
Through the window
A moon, waxing and waning
She said she would glance at my words
Once in a blue moon.
I seek thee, Blue Moon!
How would thee come?
On the fourteenth night
Thy anklets tittering,
Lifting thy veil
Looking at me with love?
****** Balachandran V,