A Floating Flower Poem by Amitava Sur
A Floating Flower
If you don’t return to me at all
Then why do you repeatedly peep at my heart?
Those wide eyes, that winning smile
And those stretched out hands of yours…
Why they don’t reach me and hold me anymore?
Now, I am like a fallen flower
Being flooded in the wild current,
Aimlessly I’m just floating along
With the will and wish of the river,
Knowing nothing about my where about
Where to go and how?
Neither you appear to me
Nor you allow me to forget,
What a sharp painful knife it is –
Piercing me from both ends!
Will you then continue to delusion me thus
By peeping repeatedly but won’t arrive before me?
Will behave like a mirage to me
Being untouched but hallucinate throughout?
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Amitava (15.06.2015) 11-45 pm
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What a sharp painful knife it is – Piercing me from both ends! I too feel the pain, Amitava! Words which have sprung from a bleeding heart! Quite moving!
Amitava, a brilliant and heart piercing poem, your love for Rakhee has no bounds, it has an everlasting quality that will no longer bring you peace since she is gone. You have explained it explicitly and precisely, I can feel your broken heart in mind as it breaks into a million pieces. Your words have gone beyond sorrow and taken me with them. There is such heart rending beauty in the sorrow of true love lost forever through death. Your best poem ever, it is priceless, little one! ! Thank you, RoseAnn
Amitava, a brilliant and heart piercing poem, your love for Rakhee has no bounds, it has an everlasting quality that will no longer bring you peace since she has gone. You have explained it explicitly and precisely, I can feel your broken heart as it breaks mine also into a million pieces, your words have gone beyond sorrow and taken me with them. There is such heart rending beauty in the sorrow of true love lost forever through death. Your best poem ever, it is priceless, little one! RoseAnn
Neither you appear to me Nor you allow me to forget, What a sharp painful knife it is – Piercing me from both ends! ...... Isn't the the symbol of true love? It is like a knife that pierces a person both sides. Great imagination. Thrilling phraseology. A lovely poem I like most. Many thanks.
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4/26/2024 3:52:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem that immediately touches the heart.