Time to turn back. I think. Too long
I've blackened my hands!
Yet never knew you, as you would.
Now when I stand at a cliff edge at night
The moon calls: Come, come.
On the bank of the Ganga in my sleep
The pyre calls: Come, come.
I could go.
But why? Would I?
I shall plant a kiss on my child’s face.
I shall go.
But not just now.
Each one of you I shall take along.
I shall not go alone. Not before it is time.
Illustrated by Nilanjana Basu. Nilanjana has been regularly illustrating for Parabaas. She is currently based in California.