I remember you, a poem by Shila Sinha

I remember you

By Shila Sinha

I remember you

At the wee hours of dawn.

You evaded my memory

As far as I rekon

You were lost elsewhere,

Among the cane stems,

And swept out by the colours

Like a flash of lightning.

A dreadful dream

Had left me numb,

As I allow thoughts

Of my existence to succumb.

I feel our culture

I feel our heritage

Deeply rooted in my veins

How can I go without them

I remember you

At the wee hours of dawn  

I’m terrified, shocked  of

A powerful blow of it

Comes like a flow of lava

From the volcano

Yelling of the thousands

Cannot be stopped

That frightened me of the bloodshed

I remember you

At the wee hours of dawn.

The language of poetry is heightened mostly by emotions. It concentrates meaning as a perfume concentrates different fragrances. We need poetry when life astounds us with losses gains or celebrations. Poetry is the language we speak in times of our greater need.

Shila Sinha is a Bangalore-based teacher and hails from Kailasaher, Tripura. Her father name is Nishikanta Sinha, mother name is Debjani Sinha.



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