Passage In My Life - Poem by Amitava Sur
Alone I was at that time, when I arrived in a womb,
Getting mature, as time was passing by –
I had a shape of a human being! !
There, I found myself to be knotted with an umbilical cord,
Being nourished, I was becoming a complete human through it.
One day, in due time, under turbulence and with a pool of blood -
I arrived in this unknown earth, being parted from that cord.
There I found many of them to be around me –
All were loving, helping and teaching me endearingly.
I also could see, enjoy and learn plenty of things.
Life was with so many colors like a rainbow with variety-
Beauty of nature, knowledge, games, joy and peace,
Love and lust also were there, followed by sorrows and pains.
In one sunny morning, I came across a very special person,
In whom I found my pleasure and love with peace and fulfillment.
She too had won my heart right on the spot!
So happily we lead those days fulfilling our desires and dreams.
We two were in a heaven on this earth, our joys knew no bounds! !
Cherishing, exhilarating, they were invigorating too.
But in one dreaded and a stormy night,
All the lights we two did put on, once
Were extinguished and I could not find her anymore,
Putting an end to our playful and such a joyous life.
I was left miserably forlorn again.
Now, I live only with myself, withstanding pricks and burns,
No more do I find any meaning and color in this life.
So distressed that emptiness has filled in this mind
That I do bear a feeling within myself
As if none is poorer than mine.
A bareness is all around me,
This earth seems to be not inhabitable to me
No flower, no butterfly in belly …. a deserted empty mind!
Alone I was at that time and now I am again
Alone and alone only before departing this earth! !
Amit ava (17.3.2015) 7-00 am
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