Poem: Gargi Mandal-Mukherjee

A Widow’s World White saree,

Inauspicious, they worry,
Blue bird, The burden
Song absurd, Of broken bangles
Yet I stare undeterred, I carry,
Alone, For you,
All being blurred. Who, once,
Green leaf, Moved me enough
A fresh white sheaf, To marry.
No black inky relief
Trembles,
No poetry pains belief.
Yellow light,
Evening in flight,
Windy water
Drifting in delight;
Not my eyes,
These tears are too bright.
Red road,
Parting of hair unhallowed
Beneath footsteps
Memory-scored
In trivia,
No heaven abroad.
Pink cloud,
Return to nest cowed,
Unknown waves
Weep aloud,
A shipwrecked sailor’s
Silence profound.

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Asylum Of
ever
The road leads on and on, reaching
beyond the horizon… the promised land.
And this soulless mind There arises
fails often,
to reach beyond. silent,
All this my desire in
that sunless corners of my mind,
with endless striving on A doubt of chasing in delirium
Rushes breathlessly what
to make I can never find…
some desperate bond But this searing thirst,
Breaks I know,
against the shore will never end,
in Only
bitter waves of sorrow, increase
Whipped hard the nameless, faceless dread
with I dare not defend.
the frosted darkness It is a pain
Of which
another tomorrow… stumbles and walks,
So much does mesmeric mist all alone,
shroud Venturing vaguely
the sombre sun into
that some distant dream,
I despair Unseen and unknown……..

Author Introduction:
Gargi Mandal-Mukherjee is currently a resident of Somerville, New
Jersey, USA. Hailing from Kolkata, India, she whiles away her leisure
by arresting the mesmerizing moments of life in words and
photographs.
Contact: mandalgargi81@gmail.com

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