As I think of the day when there shall be
No one whom I could claim as mine very own,
When from the proximity of hearts would she shift
To someone else’s arms now quiet unknown,
When no more the morns would start with a rising sun,
Or the moon spray on me the soothing rays in solitude-
Yes, in solitude would then I be pining for a pleasure
So desired and so deprived, pining would I be all alone,
Living all alone, crying all alone in abundant leisure.
Would then she come and charm me to a smile rare?
Hold my hands and for me, would she a little care?
How would then I live, say destiny, when you would snatch
The solace unique to my life, how then would breath
Deliver the urge to live? How would the time
Travel when clock’s hands would be laden with thoughts of death?
O, and if I die would she part a tear and bring me a wreath?
-11\12\98,Calcutta-63
