The Moment Poem by Shyam Chakraborty

The first glance of you,
The moment my eyes beheld your countenance,
It was clear dawn, redolence of you intoxicate
And roses that never shrivels,
The petals of which strewn on me,
I adored your entity, the fondness
I acquired within twinkling of an eye,
The stranger gazed with love.
The moment the special bond composed
With lyrics and rhythms, my heart crooned
In hushed gaiety. Each minute we chatted
In alphabets, we lived hand in hand,
The fragrance of which still sustains.
The night in raven hue, the ceaseless
Edgy brooding for you, my endurance
Corroded. Far-off I stand, the spasm of
Distance, that apart you and me,
Burying my face in the pillow I shed tears
In quietude. The moment you made me yours,
You glimpsed as a dream, the forebodings
Of passing fancy, nothing in my control.
The seasons changed in my absence,
Now as the sky whimpers in my windswept life,
My harrowing flames inside me blazes strongly,
In season of love when lovers hold hands,
I tell you not to trust me,
For the pang of my heart will touch yours,
And in parting desolation alone you’ll be
In vexing stupor. Now as you’ll look at the
Crystal moon, don’t scribble my name there,
For the saddest lines will never fade away
And let my face wane in your memories,
As if I am a lost man of bygone tale.