Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Past bricks and weeds

The daughter married off went to a distant land
Leaving them to rue absence of her tender hand
He would till the garden she would tend to him
In that house the couple passed days in dream.

How love hides itself for years stubbornly mute
Till loneliness gives it a face grows it a firmer root
In the tears of sunset years brings it one restart
Once more finds the door to the old couple’s heart.

Two doves of love they looked standing at the gate
In the evening hours together two perfect soulmate
When one day told her wail she lost her living spark
Dropped down dead her man in the garden at his work.

Months passed and she would be seen alone at the gate
With a vacant look in her eyes in white mournful wait
Pleaded though her daughter she should live at her place
The widow clung to her wish of staying at his address.

She lived few more years then went to look for him
The house was left empty like an abandoned dream
A notice was hung on the gate it was put up for sale
The couple was forgotten their memory soon grew pale.

On my walk by the house if I happened to look at it
Would think of the days they spent in love so sweet
The iron grill was rusted and cobwebbed was its door
As if never would come there two loving souls anymore.

This morn as I was passing by saw a woman's face
Standing at the weeded lawn of that lost address
In my eyes danced a thrill into the heart it spread
Must have made their love's abode a couple newlywed.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, May 14, 2014

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