Engraved Poem by Nitya Swaruba

Unknowns meet, knowns depart
I don't forget, I blame my heart
A shape then cuts into my whole
A shape that reminds me
Of the thing that carved my soul

The course I chose seems fair
I go, but don't really know where
At crossroads whenever I stand
What etches and sketches
Comes along to take my hand

On the road I once I walked
I saw a path that fate carved
I trod on and love drizzled
Engraved in me is that face
The embrace those hands chiseled

Now I live here day after day
Playing with words I've written
To whatever saved my days
I remain enslaved
To this fire engraved within.