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Pritika Aggarwal

Drama Tragedy

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Pritika Aggarwal

Drama Tragedy

Come Back

Come Back

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You used to come every night,

In my memories, in my eyes

Beside her, by the golden light.

With your husky voice, and mellow fingers

A candle that bid me goodnight.

 

Re-enacted with her, and danced with her fragrance,

Oh, how you cuddled me like a bear and tucked me in

Beside her soft face.

Waltzed till you appeared in my eyelids. Sung till your

Melody lit up my paradise.

 

Smothered cherry blossoms over me, as it whooshed

And flew, silkily swayed in the air, and ever so gently

Landed upon my warm body – condensed with joy

From your presence.

 

How every night you would appear with a glinting smile,

And whisk me away into the land of magic. Oh, how every night

You’d snuggle me by the yellow lampshade.

Until, one day,

 

With the stroke of twelve

You forgot. Your footsteps paced, earlier that morning.

My eyes so drowsy, couldn't draw your figure,

But I recall, she begged you to stay. You refused, but

You promised to be home before noon.

 

Thick, black smog. Shrieks and cries.

Blazing red fires. Crumpled buildings.

Perhaps frightened you, but you disappeared.

And she sobbed all day, all by herself. Locked up

In the cellar, clutching your portrait.

Oh, how you disappeared from her

Sullen red eyes. Oh, how you disappeared

From my perplexed eyes.

 

Strange adults brought home lilies, the kind

You liked. Hung them beside your portrait, and prayed before you.

Lit candles, sung psalms, but shed tears for hours

A day.

Could I not interpret them, but did I understand

Those men, at your workplace – the Trade Center,

Saddened your heart and soul.

 

What happened to the prince and

What happened to the princess,

Did I never know.

What did I know anymore?

But daddy, I wish to know the prince and

Daddy, I wish to know the princess,

For their life has just begun.


Whatever happened to

You, that you no longer come home. Whatever happened to

You, that you no longer bid me goodnight.

Behold my hand, behold my worship, behold

Our dreams. Oh, for wherever you may be, come back.


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