Canst thou forget me, O my love, my flame?
When once thy dreams were cast in stars with mine,
And every breath did whisper forth my name,
As though our souls were shaped from one design.
When first I met thee on the lonesome way,
Thy presence broke the hush of sorrow's night;
Thy voice, a lark that woke the heart of May,
Did crown my gloom with unexpected light.
But tempests came, as tempests ever do,
And swept thee from the vows thy heart once swore;
Thy love, like leaves, from rooted promise flew,
And I was left where joy would bloom no more.
Yet still I walk—though dusk be all I see—
With hope's faint torch, where once you walked with me.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June16,2025.
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