AMMA

When you left me high and dry,
On that hot April day
I did not feel lonely.

As always in your lifetime
You gave me something
Something that I grappled earnestly.

Something that helped me
To lift my chin up
And face the world squarely.

That which I had lost
Ten months back,
You revived it to me.

Your turmeric smeared face
And beautiful fair hands
With rows of gold bangles,
somehow-
Came into me ,
The real inside of me .

Apparitions come not to me ,
I am no Hamlet
But my own images in the mirror
Bring to me your face of love
Souls never die
Not the one that loved and cared.