On a Chaitra Day

The time to come
has fallen asleep,
caught in a deep net of dreams.
 
I hold the poem to my chest—
that old promise from the past,
those far-off days of love.
 
Have you forgotten?
As if my thirsting heart
were left in your courtyard.
 
The advancing days—
they’ve arrived at my grave,
breaking it open.
 
A song without language,
left behind by someone—
did they sing in joy?
Did they dance
to the rhythm of unpaid self-consolation?
 
If you remember, then keep it—
One day I’ll bloom
like a leaf on the branches of Chaitra.
 
When, where—
the moment will slowly open,
letting my existence float
in the circle of life.
 
If you hold today’s rhythm in your chest,
it will never fade,
never die—
that ancient season
when love was all.