Amitava Sur (20.01.1950 / Kolkata)
In the pyre
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 my desire-
They all went along with you-in that fiery blazing pyre.
I am a pauper now amongst the paupers galore
Sailing in a mast less boat, finding no shore.
The only possession what I had within
They also were oozing drop by drop -
The tears from my eyes,
I tried my best to behold them by clasping
And closing my eyes,
But they didn't listen at all and all flew out.
I'm truly a pauper now -
with no tear no near and dear.
O' Lord What you handed me once-
A handful of love, peace and romance.
Took it back all at a time
Suddenly in a glance.
I don't know what You get -
By paining and bashing thus.
I even don't know what You do next
With a destitute like this.
Amit ava (27.9.2013)
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