A Poem

Courtesy Priti Ghosh

I am mine no more, alone amidst familiar shapes
Uprooted of common care, I drift where His whim takes.

My reed is uprooted from nourishing earth,
Hollowed out all but a pinch of breath.

A savage summer blazes within, 
Turns arid all that was once green.

No grazing breeze only a fiery howl,
It preys on me this beast on prowl.

My heart is parched without a song,
Wrung to the core, gone even the pining.

The dreamer is dead only remains a shell,
What speaks and thinks and feels I can’t tell.

I am mine no more, I exist in a brief now,
Vanished the past for a future I don’t yet know.

Master, Beloved, Teacher and Friend
These I shall endure again if at Thy feet they would end.