I Had To Go Back
Bimal Sharma
.....to meet you again.
First I was afraid to look at you.
You appeared like an assassin,
again caged by clouds.
You appeared like a burglar,
again by ground.
People like detectives combing through the scene:
This is the shirt of a little boy whom you killed.
This is the hair of a mother whom you drowned.
This is bed of a sick man whom you hauled.
.....Unable to find words in my grief,
I turned back.You came after me
like a puppy
to lick my feet again
with your blue tongue..
Bimal Sharma, Is a freelance writer and journalist.He lives in Port Blair,India.
Poem Courtesy of "Only
the sea keeps: Poetry of
the Tsunami"
Pictures: HumanityAshore