Somewhere, My Love

ইংলিশ poem no 6

Title -:Somewhere, My Love

Author -;

Prof. Dr.Pranab Kumar Bhattacharya, MD (University of Calcutta) FIC path, WBMES  (Retired) 

 Ex Retired Professor,and Head Dept. of Pathology department,  Calcutta School of Tropical Medicine, 108,C.R.Avenue, Kolkata -700073, West Bengal, india! Department of Health and Family Welfare  (WBMES wing),   Government of West Bengal ( Equivalent officiating Rank ,he was retired -: "Special Secretary " to the Government of West Bengal)

Post retirement posts he served

 -:Ex- Principal / Dean of JMN Medical College, JMN Educational  and Research Foundation, UttarPanchpota, Chakdaha, District- Ranaghat ,West Bengal, India, pin 741222 (now  under 2nd  LOP of NMC New Delhi ; affiliation with WBUHS)

 Ex Professor and Head of Pathology Department JIS School of Medical Sciences and Research ( under JIS University , Nilgange, Agarpara,  24 parganas North ) jagacha santragachi, Howrah District, West Bengal pin 7111302( under 2nd LOP of recognition of NMC, New Delhi)

At present ( since 19.12.2023 to till date) Former   Principal / Dean of Krishnanagar Institute  of Medical  Sciences ,  Bhatjangla, Palpara more , Krishnanagar, District -Nadia, West Bengal , India 741101( under 1rst LOP of NMC a UG private company Medical College under WBUHS affiliation) 

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Title -:Somewhere, My Love

Somewhere, my love, where your silence is not absence

But the breath of stars between each spoken word,

You do exist — not in the fading map of my memory,

But in the pulse of universe time’s eternal chord.

Not merely lost to unknown place or hours,

You are the hush before the poet’s line,

The tremble in a falcon’s flight at dusk,

The echo of the sacred, undefined.

I walk the words as one who seeks

The fire that lit the first divine desire.

Not just your face, your voice, your’s eyes

But that immortal thing we call the lyre.

For love is not confined to touch or to gaze;

It is the architect of soul and sky.

It lives beyond the flesh’s soft decay,

Where only truth and tenderness may lie.

Somewhere, my love — perhaps beyond the veil,

Where dreams and death in twilight do convene —You wait not as you were, but as you are:

The vast, unshaken essence, once unseen.

And I, still chained to dust and breath,

Shall write your name in my every poems,

Till this brief exile yields to grace,

And I return to where you came once.