Sunday Poem By Debarati Sen

Your last ride

The ominous sight of that last wrap of fire
which engulfed you,
refuses to get erased from my memory.
It sits there at a corner, like a stubborn child,
It won’t move
It won’t budge!
It continues to hurt me
And leaves my heart numb.
The burning pyre,
you turned to ashes in an hour.
Life has never been the same since then.
I am growing weaker with this pain.
These nights seem like a curse,
You went away forever in that hearse.
The remembrance of your last touch will be my only treasure,
Your memories tear me apart beyond measure.