Sometimes do look back
At a life almost lived
And a death almost died
Along the shores of forgetfulness
Wilful or by chance....
Roads once travelled
Alone or holding hands
Gently going on ash grey
By-lanes.
Remember names scratched
On strangers' doors
Metal and wood.
That screamed to outlive
Time's kind erosion.
You have survived
Scratches and bites
And succumbed
Slow to your own
Rhythm.
Keep going. Keep going.
Until you become the road.
© Sudeshna Sanyal
At a life almost lived
And a death almost died
Along the shores of forgetfulness
Wilful or by chance....
Roads once travelled
Alone or holding hands
Gently going on ash grey
By-lanes.
Remember names scratched
On strangers' doors
Metal and wood.
That screamed to outlive
Time's kind erosion.
You have survived
Scratches and bites
And succumbed
Slow to your own
Rhythm.
Keep going. Keep going.
Until you become the road.
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| In Milan, Italy |
© Sudeshna Sanyal
Looking back on life n retrospection takes us into the alleys of sweet n sour remembrances......life gives us so much of food for thought !
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