BOHEMIAN (modified-1)25-4-23
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My husband passed away by sudden cerebral attack,
Shortly after he came to Calcutta and purchased a flat.
Since I mostly remained inside, as never being an extrovert;
That made my curious neighbors to keep eyes on me, alert .
People of the new neighborhood often asked me,
With some cautious suspicion and sympathy :
“What do you do alone? ‘Don’t you feel boring?
The words hurt the wounds of my widowhood.
Usual answer flares from anger,’ N-not really’;
I retaliated in bitterness to the apparent well-wishers!
They exchanged shocked glances with one aother!......
I sparked some more unusual words:
“For me the day is always too short to manage everything;
As the invisible part of my inner-self leaves me seldom alone;
A unique spirit of ‘diversity’ always remains embracing me !”
Thus I get rid of emotions, by blocking their conversation!
In my secret den I stored lots of fun and pain,
Like a child with Lego-pieces I played with them!
Sometimes my brain fueled or foamed in fury
To divulge some fertile magma in words, unless---
The treacherous wall-clock alarmed my daughter to yell
“It’s twelve O clock! You shouldn’t be awake so late ;
What do you do throughout the long empty day?”
How to explain as ‘time and tide’ wait for none,
My wave of thought also prefers to be bohemian!
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