Poetry / FROM THE NOTEBOOK
ended?
Even when i cried
All i can recall was
Him being absent
When he was with me
All i can recall is me calling him…
Yet him being absent
He tried, surely he must have
Not like he didnt love me
I mean he claimed that he DID
And he promised to change
And made versions of himself
He explained how the newer version is better one
How the new him is based on the last fight
And how he did make efforts of changing himself
All on the basis of my prompts, of what i said
And surely he must have
The changes were all so visible
So much distinguishable
That he made sure i counted them everyday
But then, again, the moment
In every little inconvenience
All his versions, with no delay
Would morph them all together
Left with where it all started….
Leading (its way) to where it all ended…
Padmaja Mazumder