The Morning you weren’t there

Walking down memory lane,
I recall the day we fought,
Never in my dreams I thought,
It will come to this bane;
All around me spread a Sylvan aura,
My feet swollen from a journey led in vain.

I lost my love, I lost my care,
The morning you weren’t there.
Trembled as I travelled to your final place,
Finding it difficult to keep up the pace,
My dreams, my hopes, my fair share,
Were taken aback by a moment of despair;
Under the sway of sorrow,
I took my steps with (great) pain.

The pyre was set, my heart bare,
My eyes scorched with infernal air,
The morning you weren’t there.
I smelled your body burning, I saw the blood churning,
You didn’t seem ready to leave,
For even the flames refused to believe,
That your body was lifeless,
That you weren’t there anymore;
Where once your being stayed,
Where once your soul was core. The tears made my vision hazy,
The smoke made my eyes sore,
I blinked as you winked,
From behind the blazing roar.
I wept as I remembered,
All I needed to say,
I buckled as I saw,
Mors take his final toll.

Your body did burn,
But the skin mine charred,
The morning you weren’t there.
The path of this life,
Had found a synonym in suffering,
Even the Almighty (with all his might),
Found his power stuttering.
I have endured far more my share,
I have faced enough of this fright,

My dread I pour on this quire,
And hope one day, to be free of this plight.

Poetry by:
Abhishek Pandeyar
PGDM Batch of 2017