Some time I read an old poem,
Brought back to me by some
Poet friend’s comment,
And wonder, did I write this!!
More than being lost to the outside world,
The poems have departed from my own memory
Flying high upon a rhythmic swing
Their words are beyond my reach.
In my sleep I sense myself
Searching for some conscious
Conversation of the day just gone by—
Like a thirsty walker stumbling upon sand
Or a ship being pulled through shallow waters.
The richness of the day
And serenity of the night
Imprisoned in the static silence
Of a strange world.
Banging on those closed doors of memory
Neither awake nor asleep
Unable to reclaim what once was mine,
I simply nurse my inertia.
Broken is my tryst with words!
Silvery beams in
scattered hair-
What shines upon me?
The sky is moonless!
Savita Tyagi
9. 20. 2020
Note: The above poem was published in the ' Poets Unite Worldwide' organizations 2020 poetry anthology. Publisher Dr. Fabrizio Frosini.
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