Rehashed Poem: Groping For Words In Your Absence

Poem By B D Narayankar

Everything goes on, exactly as it used to
When you were there:

The winters still come with its fingers cold

The summers too wake up with its burning eyes

All monsoons the rains harp

Everything goes on, exactly as it used to
When you were there:

I wish after you had left (hijr or judaai)
Something would have changed in my life:
I would not feel lonely, or my heart would stop beating
My thoughts would no longer fly in the mind
Nor verses pour out of my pen
But, everything goes on as before

Only there is a change in my nights:
I cannot sleep
Unless I grope for the words
To stitch poems in your memory, daily!