Empty-Handed? Poem by LALATENDU KABI

With an empty hand I came indeed but empty should I go,
With shaken lips, drenched eyelids, and besieged agony? No! -1

With me shall be my untold story and my choking throat,
To tell you dear in your ear, ‘My friend, forget me not.'-2

With a hero's power and in full care I will take with me
The glazing water-fall of the love of you all as my journey surety. -3

All the menace I will take for a grace and treat as my friend;
In rains and dews, and summer flues, with that my time spend.-4

Your eyes bled, I often beheld, but half way is my story;
If now I leave, come to my grave; I will read out full poetry.-5

And if you can't I'll come and chant my songs by your ear;
Love me more and I do assure, more music you will hear.-6

Thinking it's a ghost from the deep frost, will you get a fear?
If its so and you do know, don't love me so much dear.-7

Lalatendu kabi