181. Meeting In The Golden Sun Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

By this river side
In an wintry afternoon
You met me for the last time
Seventeen years ago.

Even today I can't forget
The precious moments.
Holding my hands
You were crying again and again
And saying, ' Don't mind, my darling!
I am very very sorry
Not to keep the promise once I made.'

From your eyes
Tears were rolling down
Like the showers of rain
And glowing like pearls
In the wintry golden sun.

The restless cold wind
Was troubling your long dark hair.
The waves of the river
Were blowing the shore
As if they could know
It was our last meeting.

I know very well
We can no longer meet each other
In this mundane world.
But human mind follows no logic.
It tells me to come here once more.
So with a full hearted hope
I have come here once again
Expecting only to meet you
In this wintry golden sun.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World', No.09.
Copyrights@June09,2015.