Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 31 December 2022
It has been years since we parted ways,
Still, I miss you.
Knowingly I drench my desolate spirit.
Thy memory is like a balm that heals,
I lie with a wounded heart!
Nay, I don’t want to be released from the trap,
Like an intricate maze, it tangles my mind.
The old year has gone by handing an invitation,
The fresh year is here to embrace you all.
But I am with you as you clearly know,
Nothing can alter my vision!
To feel a fresh scar, every day I stab thy memory
By digging the withered diaries.
I ignite my lifeless body
But in vain!
So profusely, that injury bleeds like a mystery
And my wretched soul craves to bask in that glory.
The saga of our failed story will fuel my tomorrow.
Deep inside my heart, I only adore thee that you know!!!
