By-Meghna Mukherjee
quite a travail it was
to keep my orbs wide
the beams were dazzling
i was terrified of the reality
i had nestled closer to her chest
welcoming the warmth pouring off her skin
while she kissed my temples affectionately
pacifying my laments with her delicate touch
as our sights met for the first time
i recognized love in hers
amidst hues of something unfathomable
something abstruse and obscure
this sensation was novel to me
the feel of attaining my haven
having someone to hold
to depend and trust
i was not willing to let go of her yet
having spent moons in the dark
i clung to her figure as hard i could
such intense was my lust for life
they draped me in white
had me groomed to perfection
set for my fate in the strange realm
eager to live all God had promised me
i yearned to indulge my fancies
on the elegant jolly blue planet
the ruthlessness of the society
had not dawned on me then
then it occurred
a deep stab in the back
an excruciating ache diffused through me
also a first for my naive self
a veil pressed on me
my ribs could not move as they would
my vision was hazy
i could no longer see her beaming face
mayhaps she had not desired my self
to witness the grave sin committed
little had my eyelids known
they shall never open
i am in different arms now
safer than the ones i died in
living a story beyond the clouds
in reminiscence of my tragic proem
i still wish to return to a kinder home
with a fitter greeting for me
to perceive and savour things
besides the bitter taste of my end
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn