Poetry

Phantom From Past

I live, normally, in the present day

Don’t brood over that’s gone away

                                             

Nor worried about what’s in future

Being happy-go-lucky is my nature

                                             

Sometimes when I am not busy

The mind wanders a bit uneasy

                                             

And from several dark corners

I heard mysterious whispers

                                             

The voice of a certain phantom,

Asking me why I forgot custom

                                               

I should not have betrayed him

Did I really? Or was it his whim?

                                             

I moved on, I didn’t betray,

In past, forever, I couldn’t stay

                                               

But those who are left behind,

Now want me the clock to rewind

                                               

Backtrack in the memory lane,

I do that as much as I can

                                               

The river of memory flows back,

Voices are in the eerie soundtrack

                                             

They beckon me in a flashback

Showing a riddle that I must crack

                                             

Such kind of whispers in memory

Are sheer torture, pain, and misery

                                                                           

~Sudha Dixit

Bangalore, India

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