I Remember
time has stained pages in his book,
stacked neatly by his bedside,
Goldsmith, Emerson and Wordsworth
still carry his smudged fingerprints!
the walls if shaken may still utter,
with their reverberations his voice,
and his readings from those works,
because his voice once bounced of them,
and resonated in our hearts and minds.
his spectacles remain where he left them,
wonder what he saw last through them,
But when I look at the mirror,
I see him there, my father
in a part of my own reflection!
I remember coming here often,
to bask in his shine of wisdom,
but his empty rooms still hold his memory,
and I would never ever be rid of them!
1st placement
Written 12/March/2021
Malabika Ray Chaudhury sponsored
I remember poetry contest!
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