Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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This poem is a traditional ballad in the AABC rhyme scheme
O gust of wind blowing through this land
Take a message, this letter from my hand
Take it; carry it forth to my one true love
The one who waits for my return at dusk
Rage if you must, but make haste O wind
Barrel through these arid lands of the Sindh
My love pines for me at the hour of twilight
Let not her hopes dim, go, keep them alive.
But, when you do reach her, slow your haste
Billow gently; lay not an opportunity to waste
To tease her golden tresses as I would often
Caress her rosy cheek, softly plant a kiss of love.
O wind, tell my beloved, I miss her so much
I wish I could hold her, feel her feathery touch
Alas! The war is not ended, liberty is not ours
I fear it’ll be a while before I can return home.
But, I vow to return, tell her that much for me
Tell her that very soon victory, here we shall see
Post haste I shall rush back home to my love
O wind, till then just carry my message to her.
Image – Indian army museum
