Living For Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

One of these days
I’ll keep aside a day for mourning
Nay remembering.

I’ll journey through memory
To dig up buried faces
My priceless treasures
Passing guests of life
Touching me for minutes
A few hours
But carving in my heart
Impressions imperishable
And who I outlive
With a sense of guilt
Pangs of conscience
That in those minutes
By those hours
They did miraculously more
Than I have ever thought of doing
Across far longer time
Living for what they gave me
But not living for what they taught me
In those small hours
Miniscule minutes
When their eyes only gave
Their hearts only parted
The noblest thing for me
That I failed then
To understand

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