When you want to forget me

The sky is the same at sunset as before 

Colourful, ready for new, sombre and gloom 

It’s the repetition of same, but renewed every time; alone 

Trying to be new and new again over the old

And same for everything else. 

The world I see as a mirror

It reflects the value of you, I and each being. 

But knowing that still 

the heart wants to sing the saddest song. For no one I believe. 

Each one is busy to be new with new mind changing the clothes as the days close; carrying the saddest song deep inside the doors. 

I won’t accuse if you forget for the same 

Thanks for the shine you shone during the brilliance of the day. 

Now you will sleep buried in me as the tune, I choose to suit you best, to wake you up when I need to taste. 

Thank you for the gift of residues; I will turn them into gold, 

a rustic immortal song with a note

‘I didn’t want to leave anyone’

Kissing the hands of death. 

Bidisa Sinha