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Lost Love: Navigating the Pain of Separation

I lost you today.
We lost each other in the rain,
In the needle-like drizzle,
In the floods that followed the tsunami of hurt,
In the cyclone of miscommunications,
In a tornado of emotions and words.
I lost You…
More than I can tell you or reveal,
A loss of communication,
When I had thought,
We had the soul of boundlessness.
How did we become strangers?

I cannot contain this in my tiny heart,
It now echoes emptily,
In the four tiny chambers,
Tearing and bursting suddenly…
Neither in my red swollen eyes,
Were the streaming tears contained.
Our love it seems is now,
Like an overblown scarlet rose,
That shed its petals.
Forlorn pieces lay on the wet earth,
Discarded bits of feelings and hurt.
Will I ever pick up the pieces,
Ever again…

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Ketaki Mazumdar
Ketaki Mazumdar is an educationist and received the National Award for Excellence in Teaching from the then President, Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam. Passionate about poetry, her latest book of poems, “Woodsmoke and Embers” and she, are listed in the ‘Top 50 Most Influential Authors of 2021’, by Delhiwire. Her poems have immense depth, are evocative and deeply contemplative. A prolific writer, she contributes to several poetry sites and anthologies, both nationally and internationally.

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