Exile Footprints Poem by Faruk Ahmed Roni

Exile Footprints

You would return, I knew that,
but I never thought it would take this long
thirty years…
two hundred sixty thousand hours
ticking on the clock.

In the span of this time,
the world has reshaped itself,
as have my hues, my body,
a strange shadow of sorrow
surrounding me.

You, whom I tied to every hour,
threaded into the weave of time.

Even the roots of the areca palm
would bear witness now,
as would the pond's clear waters,
reflecting the passage
of years, of absence.

The twisted path beneath your feet,
the path where you…
and I left footprints
of our shared exile.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Exile Footprints' is a poignant meditation on time, absence, and the slow passage of life. The poet masterfully conveys the weight of thirty years of separation, using vivid imagery- like the areca palm and reflective pond to anchor memory and longing. There's a deep sense of transformation, both personal and worldly, highlighting how absence reshapes identity. The poem's lingering melancholy and the metaphor of intertwined footprints evoke enduring connection despite exile. Overall, it's a quietly powerful reflection on love, loss, and the passage of time.
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