From The Dust Of Time Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

From The Dust Of Time



Hidden in the pages of a dusty book
I found a note- ‘waiting for you'
Who wrote it? How did she look?
We never met, it's long overdue.
Beneath dust of time, my mind was a mess
I couldn't remember her or recollect the face
Is she still waiting or sailed elsewhere
She was waiting for me, why didn't I care?
Why didn't she call again, send a reminder?
She was waiting, I didn't go to her.
In life's passage, an event mundane
The note in the dusty book became heart's burden.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aniruddha Pathak 08 September 2018

In the dusty book of life there are even unwritten notes we often read and try to seek answers. A good piece I liked it.,10. Aniruddha Pathak

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