Unfulfilled wishes of this birth

Yes, I wanted to go to all the Kailases
The Kedars, singing songs to You
Dancing, like a swan on land.
I wanted to write about us
So that people would understand
That it is possible, plausible
For men to be like mothers
Love, adore, protect
Like a clan grandmother
He, who had nothing in common
With me
Other than that the careless full moon
On His way to an assignation
With His favourite star
Spilt some moonlight on us
Drenching our hair silver
But it is okay
It does not matter now
Those mountains will wait
Patiently, as they have done, always
Books will be written – and…