Walking... Poem by Saurabh Som

Walking...
Stopping to stare

It’s changing...
Here and there

Passing...
Through what was mine

But I had to go...
To toe the line

Seeing...
The city I left behind

I may see you someday...
Will you mind?

I left here
Much more than the city

I left a face...
Oh, so pretty

I told you then...
That I will come

So I came...
But you’re not home

Closed windows....
Gathering dust

There I stood...
I stood aghast

- by myself.