Hunger

Rains are about to come

I await the wetness

The first drops will awaken that

First rain smell

My hair will be drenched again

The droplets will be fingers

Caressing my waist, I will be

Reminded I am a woman again

I shall think of my unborn children

How I haven't held them yet

How I haven't held their children yet

I shall think of books, so many books

Ideas, genres, domains

I haven't explored yet

Data mine fields

I haven't exploded yet

I shall think of books and volumes

I haven't written yet

Virgin paper that I haven't inked yet

I shall think of songs and movies

That I haven't adored yet

The plays, the recitals, the performances

I haven't been to yet 

I shall think of my students

My wonderful, brilliant students 

Whose minds (and hearts) 

I haven't touched yet

I shall think of my remarkable friends

Whose laughter, warmth, goodness

I haven't soaked yet

I shall think of my lover

Whom I haven't met yet

Whose kisses I haven't stolen yet

Tomorrow if death takes me suddenly

I shall go with her as her comrade

But she should know

And should all who knew me know

That I wasn't 

I wasn't 

I wasn't 

I wasn't done yet.

-

Chandni Girija

April 30, 2021 

Day 30 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National/Global Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo

This is it. The journey of 30 days ends here. A slight sadness in me as I hit 'publish.' 

Life is a gift. Have unabashed hunger for it. Only that will help you hold on tenaciously, and fight! Have patience. The rains are about to come. :)