( I )
"Oh, nothing left ," they said and spied
With piercing looks; my bosom sighed
My legs slow dragged ; the house appeared
A maid with all her dear charms sheared ;
Years of closeness cut off in a trice
We move like pawns in a game of dice ;
I passed past cobwebs that brushed 'cross my face ;
The broom swept dust above from old terrace ;
Bundles packed quick with ruthless haste
All writers hurled like junk sans taste ;
Old goods of years' service dismist
To find their place amidst rag-picker's list ;
Huddled against each other boxes scratched
Bruised and pitted, but none has watched ;
Tomorrow, a newer realm unknown
Like souls leaving for a new sojourn .
( I I )
My heart like a whelp still sniffed there
Unwilling to depart, but who will care ;
They know not treasures of memories left
The links unseen and heart-strings cleft ;
A missing beat in rhythm of life's slow pace
Upset my poise by sudden change of place ;
My mind's eye saw heaps of broken dreams
Hopes, smiles, faces and trails of tearful streams ;
Like musty silver-fish and marks of many a pest
Let loose while throwing a broken chest ;
I've too grown old with these things long stored
Is this my fate ; new times with old ones bored ?
"All is well-packed," a harsh sound stirred me next
I left -- uprooted at once -- a life-long wandering guest .
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17th January, 2017 Somaseshu Gutala
so nicely captured the departing emotions appa :)
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