JUST
BEFORE I OPEN MY EYES
DURBA MITRA.
It
might be pre-dawn moments—
It
might very well be busy afternoon!
It
might be some stolen shut eye---
It
might very well be deep slumber!
It
happens every time everywhere—
You
touch my brows, just before I open my eyes!
I
remember very well like last time---
I
have made sure to lock all the doors!
All
the cupboards, lockers and windows---
I
hardly forget to open and close!
Sheer
emptiness, nothing more—nothing less---
Over
and over again, I check and recheck!
Nobody
is there – not even you---
It’s
a suffering—Empty Nest Syndrome!
I
used to pine for freedom---
I
wanted to break down the barriers!
Trying
and erring so many times---
Providence
had opened a window!
You
had fainted in the office---
And
diagnosed with low blood pressure!
There
were lots of medicines---
To
boost up the pressure and bring in the sleep!
I
had grabbed that window---
With
outstretched arms---to attain the freedom!
It
had taken me a whole day---
To
mix and match the exact amount of the potion!
With
all my patience and courage---
Fed
it to you with soup and juice!
Doctors
were sure and certain---
Certified
it as natural death!
My
ecstasy was without bound---
My
freedom was full and final!
Never
had I a moment to enjoy it---
You
keep on touching my brows!
Inside
every locked room---
You
keep coming—just before I open my eyes!
WELL SAID---
উত্তরমুছুনTHE SUFFERING ,
EMPTY NEST SYNDROME.
AND THE STYLE OF CYCLIC RHYTHM OF
'YOU KEEP TOUCHING MY BROWS'
VERY WELL WRITTEN.