I Let You Go
I Let You Go
People learn
- grow,
from the reminiscence
of a broken violin,
- torn strings,
grey dust;
they tremble now,
in lounge music –
- people learn;
I don’t
or can’t and won’t;
I gather a piece
and another
of wooden chips,
strings – uncoiling them
and
hope for the tune to evolve again;
I've become selfish,
to hear the resonance again –
one day –
But
I let you go.
My soul, violin
are incomplete,
without the melody –
and –
I let you go with all the tunes with you.
Pour that grey dust
on the grave of my violin;
which is lying next to me;
The dust will throb
with beats,
if they come from your heart –
- ever,
Wind will listen
completion of a symphony
which hardly was inaugurated –
and
I let you go;
violin can't play me anymore –
because I loved you.
Copyright © Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee | Year Posted 2010
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