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Not the Last Meeting

Nandita is in conversation with a loved person, in an evocative poem, for Different Truths.

‘This is not the last meeting’
Goes the lyrics of a song
At every nook and turning
I keep hearing, all along
 
My heartstrings whimpering,
I let out a moan
He beckoned, whispering
“I'm here, you’re not alone.
 
“I will never fade away
I feel your feelings, all
I know well what you want
I will never let you fall.”
 
The voices in my ears,
Familiar and sweet
Work on me like fire
In my aching desire to meet
 
I hope, I weep, I ponder
Will I ever touch the voice?
I reach out to try my luck
But, do I hear him rejoice?
 
And when I can't take it anymore
“This is not the last,” he says
My heart, churning at the core
I hum his song in daze
 
But now I know I am blessed 
I know who he is!
He will meet me someday, as promised
Just a soul being nice to me
 
A soul being nice to me.

Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths

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Nanditaa Bannerjee
Nanditaa is the author of The 'Mysterious Dreams', a historical romance and treatise on attempts at balancing life between one’s will, circumstances, environment, and fate, by two protagonists of vastly diverse backgrounds, has published short stories and poems too. A microbiologist by profession and a ghazal enthusiast, she discovered that writing was cathartic for her during her schooling.

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