Dr Manisha explores the profound ache of absence and cherished memories of a dear one in this evocative poem for DifferentTruths.com.
Whispers, murmurs, chirping, rumbling, cacophonies still afloat
Ah, but those wooden logs you rested upon are vacant.
The wacky laughter and funny banter
Those that once resonated in the air are missed.
Lurks now only an emptiness
As a morose breeze brushes around.
True that often the most beauteous causes a twinge of pain
Naive me, knew this not
As I waited and pined for.
The blank gaze glares out of the window
Pop up strange faces in the streets, but not you.
Dreams gush in
Ringing bells of laughter
And gleaming smiles
Silence, long and profound, then pervades.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Dr Manisha Saxena is a multifaceted paediatrician, novelist, poet, travel blogger, and citizen journalist. She has published works in The Times of India, Outlook Traveller, CNN IBN, and anthologies. She has received awards like Women’s Pride from Rotary and Jan Shikshan Sansthan, and has delivered book talks at prestigious institutions. She lives in Bharuch, Gujarat.
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