Funeral Of Love Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

(1)

15 years back I went to her home with a love letter.
As a footballer kicks the penalty shot,
her father kicked me away!
I became entangled in the net of goal post!
I vowed not to walk on the field again.

Whatever I was then, I am still same now-
the human being is not changed
but prosperity and dignity have enlightened my self-existence:
I am well established now.
Her father came to me...
I told, 'No', as they never loved this human,
instead they love a successful career.

I never wish to claim anyone
as off an on a penalty kick appears in my dream.

(2)

My story is same:
8 years later I went to claim her.
She showed me her little baby-I felt cheated.
The word 'patience' that I nurtured for 8 years
was burnt into gray ashes of a dead body.

(3)

I will never claim anyone
as whom I loved is now taking breath
along with the whispering willows in the graveyard.

(4)

I will never claim anyone
as my parents' semi-broken marriage taught me a lot
and that was not full broken because of me.
They adjusted but I will never because
a late riser like me hardly had seen a sunrise
but I never missed the view of sunset in my life.
So, night appears as nightmare if I think about love.

(5)

My first marriage was unsuccessful-
she left me forever:
frustration drank me like a winter night's Black Dog.
My second wife is characterless
but I will never divorce
as I can never remarry for the third time to become characterless.
To me marriage is like moon's beauty-
she looks gorgeous from distance
but as you come closer you will discover numerous black spots on her face.