This poem was recently published in The Canon’s Mouth Quarterly. It is a Birmingham based journal. The poetry speaks of an old lover’s wish to meet his beloved. The verse narrows to that one moment when he had kissed her. He wants to stop there and live that moment forever. This poem will be soon archived in UK’s poetry library magazine archive. The website is www.poetrymagazines.co.uk. I want to present this poem for today.
REMEMBERING A LOVER
Now that my children have flown
to the far East, as far as Burma
I have become an old man.
As with each episode
of numbness my body feels,
I know my bones are retiring.
I want to spend a few days with you
sharing how we could not live together.
How you had to marry a guy
who threatened to die
if you did not become his wife?
‘He had even cut his wrist’,
Then you had children;
A beautiful boy and a girl.
And now forty years have passed
but my soul still seeks you.
Each day, memories travel
to the tip of my old mind
I want to go back past your marriage;
Past the long corridors of the college,
The boring math lectures.
I don’t want to go as far as your school days.
I want to stop somewhere
at the first year of the college,
The year 1961, the month of December.
A sunny morning beside the long bridge
that linked your village
Your golden hair, falling
and rising like waves on your shoulder
as you walked towards me.
I touched you there.
First on your hand,
then your face
and I reached as far as your lips
and kissed you for the first time.
I want to stop there
By: Nabin Kumar Chhetri