Iltijaa
(Urdu; Request)
You've whispered names of old lovers to her, each time she's come to visit.
Started to tell her about stories of your childhood, from that time you sat on your nani's verandah, a little boy of six. "Wait here! I know the perfect song for you," you say each time she twirls her dress.
You've blamed all your delays on her.
Told her that while you do love her, you cannot see her every day four days in a row.
You will count the days to her return when she's gone.
You do this, every year.
So maybe tomorrow when the rain comes around for you.
Stop.
Let her talk instead.
(Urdu; Request)
You've whispered names of old lovers to her, each time she's come to visit.
Started to tell her about stories of your childhood, from that time you sat on your nani's verandah, a little boy of six. "Wait here! I know the perfect song for you," you say each time she twirls her dress.
You've blamed all your delays on her.
Told her that while you do love her, you cannot see her every day four days in a row.
You will count the days to her return when she's gone.
You do this, every year.
So maybe tomorrow when the rain comes around for you.
Stop.
Let her talk instead.
~hyperbolemuch.blogspot.com (The word for rain in Urdu is Baarish (but where's the fun in writing that up front) 🙂. Rain is one of of the big loves of my life 💖. Watch the video here.
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