I come, I come. Unstoppable I come

A long, endless road
and an awaited destination;
few beloveds there
and a sweetheart, waiting,
to see the first sight of
the face that marks their dawn.
They await in anticipation, with,
...plates waiting to be shared
...gossips in hold to start
...and hugs that would break the long gaps.

Here I go, here I go...
I go North, against the rivers
and, through these mountains
on swirls and treks
not surrendering to the winter chills
and the cold that bites my fingertips.

I see through the dense fog, and,
across the blue skies,
there-
on that mountaintop
somewhere besides that temple
is my final stop.

I go, I go...
Suppressing my upset stomach
and tolerating my expanding bladder
that urge to pull a drag
and to drink a little wine.

For there is my beloved,
who awaits in hunger
imagining my shaved smooth face
and, recalling my scent;
there she is, thinking of me,
UNSTOPPABLY.

I go, unstoppable I go...
in miles per hour that's far more than
what she warns me to exceed,
and drifting bends which she,
wants me to not climb.

But, I violate,
all her expectations, and,
make my own rules
for, I am desperate to see her too
and hear her bangles chime
her smooth affectionate touch
and those kisses, which would greet me.

I am tickled with memories,
and hungry with love.
I little dizzy with hope
and green with memories.

I come, I come..
unstoppable I come,
through these mountains
and by the river side,
steering the fog, and killing the frost;

I come, I come...
Unstoppable I come,

Oh! Dear Mom, here I come.