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My utter callousness, I played a villain,
Conspired to cause my separation,
From my four-decades-old friend,
Loss of such an old kinship with my alter ego,
Left me very disturbed.
II
With whom stood intertwined my life’s journey,
During the cycles of forty springs,
With her, I shared my joys and sorrows,
To her, I bared my turmoils inner.
III
Under her care benign, I tended my growing mind,
With her, I cajoled during lighter moments,
She soothed me when I screamed,
And whispered into my ears the words,
That comforted and held my sinking confidence aloft.
IV
Moments when I stood buried in the abyss of blues,
Torn and tossed against typhoons of adversities,
She provided the much-needed succour and a tutelage secure,
To purvey calm and solace for sure.
V
She harped on my abilities' tunes silently,
And exhorted to steer clear of my frailties,
Played she thus a role so vital,
That I developed a fondness congenital.
VI
The older our relationship turned,
The fonder I became of the gains earned.
I feel guilty of my action foolish,
The twinge of such a separation untold.
VII
Though speechless, her eloquence none disputes,
Intrigued? Her name: “Palgrave's Golden Treasury”
My action? I left her in the train!
Note: The loss of “Palgrave's Golden Treasury” the celebrated anthology, published by the Oxford University Press, during the train journey in 2011 left me disturbed as the said book had been entwined with nostalgic memories as I used to put marks and dated notes on the poems. |
