Yes! I cared, but the time was not fair
I thought of you, but you were not there
I called for you, but you didn't hear
I cried to you, but you couldn't glare.
In that threatening weather,
I pretended not to be alone.
I thought we were together,
But you really had had gone.
The stroke of adversity, I can't forget
I needed you, but possessed no ambit
I couldn't even cry and get my soul wet,
For I didn't want within, my little death.
I held it so tightly,
Thinking you as a pillow quietly
Just for I promised you I'll fight,
I acted bravely quite brightly.
It was not just the pray for the better,
It was the fight between a kid and the weather.
It was the silent call for her lover,
It was the cry of a mother.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
It includes the plot of an imagery when the war is on its verge and they are waiting for their soldier, though knowing that he may not come back ever.
There has been shown a mixed feeling of the left out family in a dark stormy night still holding the courage to seek to the recognized footsteps.
Comments about this poem (The Absence by Rakshita Gupta )
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