ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR


Ache - Poem by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR

I missed you a lot
When you left me,
Your memory took away
My adored liberty.

Your speechless portrait
Spoke to me,
Of the days gone by,
The days of felicity.

I extended my hand,
You did not hold,
Yet, at times I felt your touch,
A touch that was cold.

You called me across the meadow,
Across the rippling stream;
I saw you in and out of me,
I saw you in my dream.

Each day in sequence
Passed into the past,
And vultures of remembrance
Pecked the dead 'me'.

Only wings fluttered
In the blue nullity,
Your memory took away
My adored liberty.


(Lucknow, India Dated 27th October,2015)

Topic(s) of this poem: absence

Form: Verse


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 27, 2015



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