When you knock on my door

Give me ten minutes

I will change my clothes

Smoothen my beddings

Which I have lain

For twenty-three years

I will put my comb

My slippers, my books

In their proper places

Then I will tiptoe

to my Mother's room

Kiss her on the forehead

And glance for the last time

At the only face of love

I have ever recognized

Only then will I

Open the door

And leave with you.