Demand Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

Demand
P. K. Mandal

One night in my dream I saw you walking
I spread my hand to hold your swinging hand
Startled I heard a rhythmic voice talking
Very faintly you claimed your pending demand.

No response to your love - it was my fault
As I was a big question in those days
I had no answer and no wealthy vault
Only emptiness and I was a blank page.

Then one day my identity was born
I adapted myself to meet your needs
But when your hand bade me goodbye with mourn
On the blank page I planned on the next deeds.

Ev'n in dream I have no right to this hand
Now it's for someone else, so no demand.

(26/4/2020)