My Folks
Of all the breeze that just passed by me,
Of all the wind that touched my knees.
I remember the days of the olden scrapes,
Of all the exuberant but dull etches.
A window and the express called for me,
The frame carried all the folks close to me.
Every town and every city it reckoned,
Searched for mine but nowhere round.
I opened the window to search the folks,
Wandered through the streets and all the roads.
To find them I crossed over all the bounds,
But nowhere to find they were nowhere round.
The fellow mates escorted me to the target
They cheered with me but defied in the grey.
We had our sails set in a flock, all in all for the call,
I always abetted and stood as a rock.
With the handful memories I clutched my mug,
The coffee strong with the German bread.
With passengers round I walked upon my call,
They blissed they cheered but passed the looks in weird.
I called for them in the moaning songs,
My voice cracked and lashed at the shores.
My sail was bound to the coast far-flung,
All throughout, my folks were not around.
Copyright © Nabashis Dev Misra | Year Posted 2015
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