Memories - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
An awful crowd in my solitude,
Memories rushing while I brood,
And touch me ere passing on like a girl in rush,
But soon to be flood, bank to bank,
And when I think of going across the bridge,
I find it far from easy,
The flood pushing me back,
And I never could quite know,
A crowd of one can be so overwhelming.
… … … … …
But now memories seem like
The ash on an unguent stick,
Essence eased out of the bottle,
But can it light up my lamp?
If so, can I fragrance get from such light?
- Musings | 04.09.14 |
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