The return of You

I know you’d come back
You don’t know that way
You can’t leave
The air filled with
The smell of date-juice
Not at all.

You’d return to see
The waves on our paddy field
Dancing through snaky countryside path
With your saree lifted
Up to your knees
At me, towards me.

Something you left here
Not pearls, not the riches
You left me, me
The one who has nested
In your core, your heart
Who’ll never leave you.

*Saree – South Asian ladies’ dress.

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