On a road to the high sky

I think I am the lone traveller 

In the vast sky 

I am the only star that twinkles

throughout the days and nights 

The baggage that I carry 

hides  my unseen ache and grief 

Night after night I dream "to love 

and to be loved back"

I blame you for not holding 

my hands in those days 

where I was stuck with my heavy heart 

But late in my life, I realise 

That loneliness is the legacy;

I carried it from the time of my birth 

So on my bad days 

I now meditate in my dark room

For not targeting anyone 

So in the silent hours 

I am now lost 

in the world of loneliness 

to "negotiate with eternal feelings"

Author : Pronab Mondal, poet and columnist.