शगुन

भले कुछ न दिखाई दे,
तेरी आवाज हमेशा सुनाई दे,
जो साँझ हो और आये शगुन मौत का,
मैं ढलूँ धीरे धीरे… तेरी आवाज की परछाई में।

~रबी

[ Even if I don’t see anything,
I hope to hear your voice,
When the evening comes and brings the auspicious time of death,
I will go down slowly, in the shadow of your voice. ]

## This little piece has been in my draft for almost an year. I just couldn’t get my head around to completing the first two lines. I initially envisioned it as a full poem then tried to write a 4 liner and then asked friends for ideas. Nothing helped.

But this seems just fine. Shagun - the auspicious word. ##