Glove Memory Poem by nandan gupta

Memory

My eyes were bound by the darkness around.
My hands did grope for some hope, but none was found.
My hands in search for light found a glove that might bring sight,
As I switched the old bulb, light did bathe a battered glove.
I was right the glove brought sight but of a different kind.

I tried to hold the flood that rose,
But no dam or door could hold such might.
I was thrown in a maelstrom of memories to a place that spoke of my destiny.
I did fade to the place where my young thoughts were led astray.


Glove

I was not born of kith or kin, no ancestor or mother to lay claim to me.
I was born of this man's memory,
When youth was abound and my masters head was in the clouds
We set sail for the seven seas,
Left behind was my better half with my master's wife,

We did sail to days with no end,
We did experience much, a lot of joy with terror too
We fought for our lives as we saw wonders of new lands.
We had stories to tell of our journeys too, we found wealth and adventures in plenty too.

But a deep ache did set in, our home beckoned and our hearts were incomplete too.
We were wiser by far and learned too, but one lesson was yet to be learned as we set sail home.
Word of our arrival was sent before us so the docks were filled with family and well wishers.
We looked and looked but a friendly face was not in sight.
We queried further to the plight of our halves,

They had waited for days with no end but destiny had a better plan for them
My master beat the ground and cried, as his beloved, his wife, his one was far away,
They were separated by a distance of six feet.
We learned that day, to seek neither for glory nor for fame.
Because we had held happiness an arm's length away.