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An indelible imprint: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi

 

It left on my heart, a never healing scar
I had sacrificed my gaiety, I had gone too far
Seemed beautiful and fulfilling, it cost me my solace
I kept telling myself ‘even this shall pass.

I lived it in me, some hundred thousand times
With every varying season, ever-shifting clime
I had mastered the skill to tread on the prickle
Cause the thoughts of anticipation gave me a tickle.

The yearning wasn’t a chimera or a castle in the air
I gulped every tear and smile was my flair
My aspiration and my happiness had become Siamese Twins
If either decided to leave, no one really wins.

Since I could not allow them to elope
I misconstrued every eensy spark, as a channel of hope
They did resolve to wrench and desert my heart’s edifice
Despite my keeping up with the thorns, the tears, and the sacrifice.

That one dream is what we all dare to face
Reluctant to acknowledge, the Universe giving a hint
And the mind in all its sanity acquiesces to the daze
All we are left with is an unfulfilled dream and an indelible imprint…