The Fragmentation Poem by LALATENDU KABI

The Fragmentation

I.
Its faint and hazy but still alive,
Some honey's left in the hive,
The flames of memory are so small,
But in each memory glows a call.

II.
Childhood tales, so sweetly spun,
As half-remembered dreams begun—
At times the world is honeyed, kind,
Beneath humble shade where secrets wind.

III.
For such a truth, a gentle song
Is sung at dawn and dusk so long;
From distant kin, sweet news imparts
A half-faded letter stirring hearts.

IV.
In writing words and reading books,
Midnight has its tender looks,
And a soft sound of a flute does play,
In half-lit hours of the day.

V.
A new bride's face, with honeyed glance,
Looks sweet through a veil of half remembrance,
Dear vows, like midnight's tender art,
Sound so sweet, with fears in heart.

VI.
A distant call, half-heard, half-near,
Resounds in ears sharp and clear;
I strain to grasp its fractured tone—
Yet leave that half-call on its own.

VII.
The wise advise: "Its time to go, !
Here you have no friend or foe,
Let go, let go—no bond holds fast;
Drink the freedom meant to last."

VIII.
Impatience grows — time slips away;
I leave today, or another day.
But shall I not forget in the flow;
Even first promises or the last "hello."

IX.
With you I sit, a constant friend,
Yet my mind dares to roam and bend;
If I should wander far away,
Will my half remain here any way?

X.
I often think in humble refrain,
Do verses of life ever remain?
Is man here for a half-time play,
To fulfil half his dreams and die away?

by LKabi 20250106