In The Pyre - Poem by Amitava Sur
The day I missed your presence from this earth
Since then I remain - as my clone without heart.
My dream my anger my joy and desire-
They all followed you -in that blazing pyre.
Now, I am a pauper only, with a mindless head
Sailing in a mast less boat with no goal no rest,
Do not find any place
with a little peace and solace,
The only possession what I had with me
My tears drops in my eyes,
They also are oozing in drops -
Though, I tried my best to behold.
By clasping and closing my eyes,
I tried to hold them in me,
But they didn't listen at all
And all had flown out.
O' Lord - what you handed me once-
A handful of love, peace and romance.
You took them back all at a time -
Suddenly in a glance.
I'm truly a vagrant pauper now -
With no tear, any near or dear.
Aimlessly I'm wandering, now
Behind an obscure mirage.
I don't know what You get -
By paining and punishing in this way.
I even don't know what You'll do next
With a destitute like me! !
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