Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 12 August 2023
Often in the saddest hours of the night
I cry for you without hiding my plight.
Nobody can realise the inner turmoil
It’s about love, memories and all…
In my pain , I only recall thy smiling face
It’s a game of hide and seek where I only chase.
I need you to heal my unseen wounds
I try to trace you within a crowd…
Everyone resembles you
It’s an unexpected game to view.
With severing winds, I find you in the rustling sounds…
Rattling voices, and a frantic self in a barren ground.
This is me and my mad love that is left unseen
Now, in a rage, I am burning within…
In a large number of people, I am a lonely hunter!
I hunt for the same warmth of love like a beggar…
Oh, afflicted by the old wound, I choose to disappear
But in my memories, you are still there, like a satire!
Then I realise to ignore my fear
And now, I write about us with the soul of a warrior…
