In that dark corner he stood--
like a flickering candle his shadow moved.
Only it didn’t emit light.
Only darkness filled the room.
He reached out his hands--
but what was I to do?
I couldn’t go ahead and pull him out of the dark misery…….
His hands were those hands,
on whom I’ve kept my lips with a promise--
Were those hands,
to whom I’ve once decided to give my future to--
Were those hands,
WHO’VE PLAYED WITH ME……
Were those hands,
who had abandoned me when my knees felt weak most.
But still when I saw those hands,
I tried to catch them….
but I couldn’t.
I tried to reach them,
but in vain.
His eyes pleaded….
But for what?
Help?
That HELP he had given me….
In hope of getting something back? ?
Pity?
That PITY he had shown…
By taking me in his arms? ?
Guilt?
That GUILT for which…
I had to dropp a black curtain on my past? ?
Apology?
For ruining my DREAMS? ?
For what? ?
But still when I saw those eyes,
I tried to reassure him safety….
I tried …..
but I couldn’t.
A bubbling emotion emerged in me.
It was not pity…
Neither hatred…
Nor was it love! !
I guess it was….
Forgiveness.
Or maybe some unknown feeling one feels,
to state ones own faults.
Maybe……….
And when the winds blew low….
I turned back at him--
I no more could see his shadow…..
Neither was there any fog covering his silhouette…..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem