My Beloved Poem by Sharbaniranjan Kundu

My beloved is not an overnight dream.
It grew bit by bit
as my body and mind took shape
for the persoonhood I was destined to be
in the shape of women
who bestoed appreciatory glances
in the comings and goings
of my measely day to day existence.
The fledgling adolescence
and the unsure youth
must take a lofty flight
away from mundaneness,
higher and higher,
to touch the sky
beyond the clouds of life.
Thus my beloved took shape!
I never dreamt of an angel.
I dreamt of a one who would be beside me
through thick and thin, always and willingly.
Alas! I never thought
that my beloved would be so matter of fact
that she will miss the bigger picture of life.
So do I stand in the stream of duties
stoking the memory of the beloved I built in the mind
waking up occassionally in full moon nights
staring through the windows at the expanse ahead
vividly retracing the path I have gone through
and wonder what would be the path's end.