ANXIOUS
SAUDAMINI
The sky
is all cloudy.
The patter
of the rain
is music
to my ears.
I hear
the songs birds sing
perched on the mango tree.
And here
I wait.
When
would
my man
show up?
When
can
I
see his
endearing face?
I can
hardly
wait.
Translated by
B. V. L. Narayana Row.