How often have I wished!
To get back to the district town
The bus stop of your brief waiting
Where you often chanced to meet
The gentleman from the chit-fund office
Your oversized sunglasses
Prompted him once to ask
“Why do you deny us
The joy of looking into your eyes?”
Also, I have wished so often
To return to the narrow bridge
Where the gentleman felt perturbed
Looking into the broken lines of your eyebrow
Signifying trauma of an unanswered question
He was anxious to know
What might keep you asking.
Finally I wish
To tread once again
The lonely pathway
Where the car braked one day
Close to your person.
When the door jerked open
You took off your dark glasses
Exposing the frightening soar mark
Close to your eyes
Grimacing in an unuttered shout.
I can still recall
How he looked like a man crestfallen
The mystic veil
No more hiding any mystery for him.