poem#20

Yesterday I had a deeply touching conversation with my Fupa. He was very nostalgic about the days of my father and their endeavors. He uttered 'oi Ramo nai, oi Ojoddhau nai.'The line struck me like lightning. Here is how I have fitted that into my emotions:


That Ram is gone, that Ayodhya is gone!
So many days are gone, so much time is gone!

Why the silence
Why the disguise
Why have patience
Why act wise

Why not speak
Why not express
Why not rush
Why not face

That Ram is gone, that Ayodhya is gone!

So many moments half-lived
So many buds nipped
So many feelings ripped
Bleeds tears in the emptiness of the soul!
They are not just lost days
Rather many different lives
Lost
Trapped
In layers of nostalgia- in one melancholy hive.

That Ram is gone, that Ayodhya is gone!

SPEAK
EXPRESS
RUN
FACE!