Wednesday, 27 June 2012

I Travel Alone

I Walk Alone


If I go to pray in the church I don't dress like a widow,
All the way from my small flat,
I travel alone.


I am a retired teacher,
Old, yet living for myself.

I have a car of my own,
I am too old to drive a car,
So I kept a driver who drives me twice a day... here and there;
I travel alone.

I have sons to call me mother,
I have grandchildren to play with,
I have lots of memories to cherish and perish,
and when I feel lonely...
I don't give a scope to my heart to cry.
I live for myself,
I smile for myself,
I take long drives...
I travel alone.

I keep my purse always with me,
I fear of taking loans,
I meet people and try to love them.
I love to talk so I have two phones in my flat.

And when I am short of words
I lie down on my bed to relax...
to give time to myself,
to brood over,
to think about...
All memories which makes me cherish and perish...
With all the way down the memory lane.

I travel alone.

INSPIRED BY A MESMERIZING LADY WHOM I MET IN THE COURSE OF TIME...
WOULD LIKE TO MEET HER ONCE AGAIN.


A Sulagna Dutta Poem

1 comment:

  1. simple, straight yet reaching the heart. keep going Sulagna


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