Dharma Rasas

Can I live this love, matching you to poetry in Urdu, Gurmukhi and Hindi, and have as reply only your few unlettered lines telling me that our children are well, relating my mother's love and brother's wife's whine? I wait. No letters. Not even paper-love rewards. Chained to pulling green lumber all night, dragged through black sleepless nights, thoughts of your long green eyes, your face, blaze my mind. My children's voices cry/laugh through my dreams. Enfeebled by endless greenchain shifts, I fear a war, the years. No passports yet? Fathom my heart's great dukh. I watch. Droves of birds fly away together, another winter. Come before the war, come through Hong Kong and Yokohama. Please let me know as soon as you can. And I will send money to Moga to bring you, the children, across the kala pani to Victoria. Come soon. Before the war. I'll tell you what you will need to bring: sweaters for the children, books, seeds, are hard to get. Bring yourself. Yourself, and surma for your beautiful green eyes. I am your beloved Inderpal Singh, who would spread flower petals for you, and fly to you on feathers, if I could.Gill, Kuldip is the author of 'Dharma Rasas' with ISBN 9780889711709 and ISBN 0889711704.