Send Off… Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

Ugly are you with tearful eyes
The tears that never forded my cheeks
As did yesterday, too stubborn to stop
Perhaps the second it is that my eyes
Like a morning rose in a dewy garden
Got a burial under flowing salted water
As if it makes me a lifeless brute
Because they hugged and pressed me hard
With tearful eyes they stared at me
To convey something hard to digest

My heart pains to see them weeping
Expressed my heart the agony slyly
Through the tears like a day rainy
Not same blood runs through all
Nor are they my kith and kin
We know it all, it is a relation
With a deep feeling that grew tall
Stepped back they with a sobbing silence
After murmuring to me a quivering ‘good-bye’

Now only silence speaks everywhere
In every room, every corner, far and near
Unused articles left by them lay there
Empty are the rooms, I find each time
But the odd breaths of invisible occupants
Pacify for a while my perturbed mind
Only loneliness beckons me with a smile
Teaching me a hard lesson consciously
It is another part of cruel life.