Shukdeb Mazumder
Your flying kiss,
moving hand denoting good-bye,
scarchly visible tears
rolling down your cheeks,
scattered hairs-
rare-looking all-
made me walk bare-foot towards a temple
where you were seated like a goddess!
My desire for departure was dead
my legs were chained to the ground
my mind was multy-folded by grief, and
willing to go to you.
But a violin was being played in a tragic tone,
the time to leave the station
was at the eleventh hour,
the train was about to go.
But all the tension became a statue!
Suddenly your vibrant touch
awakened me, and I came back to the reality.
"Bye, beloved", the last utterance of mine
sounded strange in the air,
in the sky, everywhere,
and turned into an echo, that
gave birth to a thousand echoes!
The echo was never-ending to me,
still now the echo is on!
© Dr. Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
11-07-21
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