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You: A Love Poem
by Dr. Amitabh Mitra
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  We never had a winter like this before
The grey sky slept eternally in its horizons
And the rusted gates to your home rebelled
Being woken suddenly from an ancient slumber
The grass around had overgrown
Seemed far more white and withered
Than its age
I look for a tread path familiar to many a season
Except this one

The neem tree overlooking your window remains crouched
In shame
In suffused happiness
Many years back in a season lined with gold
You had asked me
In an eye
Witnessed only by the
Neem tree and I had said yes
Many years back in a season lined with gold
You and I had ruled the storm and a stupor of many a surroundings
Many years ago in a season lined with gold
You and I had held eternity in our hands knowing time remains unburied here
Many years ago in a season lined with gold
We knew we are one with everything that is here
And the sky would live up to its promises

Today it is only a shadow of a once long talk
That has dared to stay so long
Of doubts and a crowd of thunderous clouds
Replete with all its tales
Waiting
And a faraway railway line looking whiter than before
On which a memory train no longer
Rushes by

September 14 ,2008
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