Catharsis On The Valentine's Day - Poem by Saurabh Saxena
We all have possessions,
but some are very special
Some that we hold dearer,
than the rest of the others
Some that we pledge to protect,
To our very last breath
Attachments so severe,
Broken only by death!
And, So did I have,
few things that remained,
Certain things that I cherished,
As a Knight cherishes his chivalry
And as soil cherishes its fertility!
But soon they began gnawing away,
at the very substance of my soul
A vice-like grip they possessed
Choking me with with every passing season
But today is special, special for a reason
For I finally offered them to flames
without the slightest deliberation!
A photo, a pen stand, and a life-size greeting card
A cloyed memory, akin to a freshly baked Tart
All lay there in a heap now, charred and scarred
Ashes of a lost cause, finally ready to depart.
And as the smoldering remnants, rest in front of my eyes
Rising high in the air, on this lovely Valentine's day
So does my spirit soar high,
in a exactly similar way
Signalling its freedom to you,
finally loud and clear
Never come back it says,
lest the old wounds turn green again
Never again it says,
tread upon the dreams that I have
Wait I do, but not for you
And Write I do, but not for you
Live I do, but not for you
And love I do,
Everything, but not you, not you! !
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