Poems by
Shailja Mehta

A Silent Urge

a poem by Shailja Mehta

Walking on the street alone in the night
I had an urge,
an urge so silent
yet so strong,
an urge so innocent
yet unfulfilled,
to catch the music
which would make me dance,
an urge to have someone
holding my hands,
an urge to fall in love,
an urge to own the moon.
Not the moon if that was too much to ask for
then just the moon
which floods my memory lane with light.