A Desperate Letter Poem by Sarang Mangi

It was that time when you abandoned me,
the twilight had bid farewell to the long sad day;
So that it could be lost among the silence and the darkness of night.
That night moon was seen transparently among the few lit stars.

It was that time when I bade farewell to the past,
I had to cut my roots with the venomous dagger of reason.
That was the last evening in which the child of me had to grow.
It had to migrate from the deserted mirage of my memory.

The little poet kept calling for you; giving out signals of
"SOS" in smoke; while you were lost among deafening laughters
It was that afternoon which burned the feathers of my love of a swan.

That night even the moon of my hope remained faded;
When I was pecked by distances,
A poet's only inheritance is memory;
And because of you I had to cast away even "memory".