Shahnaz Islam Poet Epigram

Come Back

He piloted from Paris to Deauville
And dreams treasured in casket
I kept await for more gifts 
Returning and knocking the door bell
'Our child in my womb'

Piloted again from Paris to Deauville
The authority's calls,
'They gifted me sorry'
I have fallen and dreams shackled,
With voidness and droplets promising to quit
Life in doubt 

Piloted from Paris to Deauville last time 
I hold you million times,
Last wish 'don't go' and the heart whispers 
Your eyes always lied and vowed, 
'Soon we see each other'
What do I say now
To the child in me breathing 
Essence of you
Essence of me
Bond of our blood and flesh 
Knot of our love 
Hope of yours back home

He didn't piloted from Deauville to Paris to me..
Won't coming back
You lied
But the uniform laid next to me..

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Pratikshya Barik June 28, 2020 at 10:32 PM The poem drove in the heart of the women. I felt as if I could literally see her pain and memories. Beautifully written, loved it.. Shahnaz Islam July 23, 2020 at 10:26 PM If ever it was an easy to drive into the beneath of the pain in the woman's heart then this poem would not have born. Thanks Pratikshya Barik.

Douglas Brown June 2, 2020 at 8:43 PM Powerful. Shahnaz, thank you again. Shahnaz Islam July 12, 2020 at 11:56 PM Douglas Brown thanks.