Maybe
Some day, you a stranger
Will chance upon these lines.
Addressed to you.
Unknown to the poet
You will wonder what is it that it wants to say?
All these poems in this address
Are moments of the poet’s love, ecstasy even despair.
May be when you will read this, the poet may not even be there.
But just like we earthlings have been sending messages of hope into the deep space.
Hoping to meet someone who understands
This poem is on similar lines
May be some day tempted by fate or some plan divine
You would come here and discover some words
That have been spoken but not heard
You may be tempted to explore,
To perhaps knock at the door
Of this rambling house in the wild.
Perhaps the creaking, rickety door
Will be opened by a gnarled old lady
Or a young inquisitive child.
Maybe you will be invited in
And led by your curiosity
You will inquire about these jewels so carelessly strewn
And whether you can collect them to shape them into something for the world.
It is then the poet would know that all her prayers have been finally heard.
                                                             -Shailaza