Arabian
Nights
I
am scared.
You
will lust after me
Till the sheets are spread on the bed
With tales of jasmine flowers.
Even say you love me.
What will happen in the nights
When no tales remain.
Let me assume that you are not the one
To peep into your brother’s bedroom.
Because I don't have enough stories with me to be
A Sheherazad.
I am a Sheena, Swapna or Sarah.
Any name will fit me.
With five sovereigns
And two lakh Rupees and a bit of culinary skills
I dream of a marriage of fifty years.
I am one among the many women who are fed up
Writing their autobiographies in a one inch square
Of a matrimony column.
Till the sheets are spread on the bed
With tales of jasmine flowers.
Even say you love me.
What will happen in the nights
When no tales remain.
Let me assume that you are not the one
To peep into your brother’s bedroom.
Because I don't have enough stories with me to be
A Sheherazad.
I am a Sheena, Swapna or Sarah.
Any name will fit me.
With five sovereigns
And two lakh Rupees and a bit of culinary skills
I dream of a marriage of fifty years.
I am one among the many women who are fed up
Writing their autobiographies in a one inch square
Of a matrimony column.
I
am scared.
--tr Ra Sh
Scheherazade -- Helbing Ferenc
