Someone From The Past Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

She is the first to hail me,
A face that has completely disappeared
From my mind.
And broken heart.


I look at her,
Askance, mystified
Mumbling incoherently
Wondering who she is.


My mind only tread a step or two back,
Into that uncharted past, having lost to age.
Time like a voracious animal has devoured
All traces of relationship.


She sees the uncertainty in my eyes
But refuses to give up.
Her eyes are clear brown
But lined with passage of years,


Her face, gentle but sad and lined,
Distant but like a lake
Soaked with the evening exuberance of the receding sun,
Full of depth and wistful friendship.


I shiver inside all on a sudden,
As from a forgotten area of my heart
Now a wilderness, dry and buried
A few tender sprouts of green shiver into life.


A rapid crack in the parched ground,
A broad shower of tearful emotion
And then finally an irresistible explosion
of recognition....and tears!


From a brutal past
The only love
Once forcibly snatched from me
Long thought lost and unreachable.