Valleys brood and mountains watch

when a woman in the sun reclines,

she and her shadow redefine

the solitude of the sultry noon.

The nocturnal veil over centuries of dark

may lift as the woman broods

the clouds will drift in the melting gloom

and far in the distance, the sea will echo

the sounds of dreams in a valley.

Tomorrow may be a different day,

Let's hope the dawn we were waiting for,

the time which we tirelessly worked for,

when each day we died several times

in the hope of living a perfect day.

Sushama Karnik

Nov 4, 2016