Poems by
Rijoy Bhaumik

Till death do us part

a poem by Rijoy Bhaumik

As he sat there with his head in his hands,
The gallows await him on his path to hell,
Reflecting upon his life, hours now remain,
Tears dripped on, as he remembered how he fell
In love, was that his fault? His mistake?
Was that how he will remember life?
Insanely striving to get at her, talk to her,
But all in vain. But, it was his strife,
That drove him on, towards her!

What he wouldn’t do for her, God save him!
Can he prove his love for her? Can he die
For her?
Scale the highest heights, jump the rim?
For her?
Can he do it? Yes, he can!
And that’s what scared me, warned him I did!
No avail! From us all he ran,
Yet one day he comes back and halted to a skid,
Says he, “I have done it! I will die for her!”
I remember that day well, death did it usher!

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She remembered him well, the man of her dreams,
She was forsakenly shy, yet willing it seems,
But he knew not her feelings and went to get her,
He ended up at her house, started in a murmur:
“Your daughter’s hand in marriage?”, said the lad,
Upstairs in her room she was terrified, yet glad!
The father said: “Steal the king’s sceptre for me!
“And then only will my daughter’s hand go to thee!”
Not flinching a muscle! Not blinking an eye!
The lad went to the palace, and bid life goodbye.
“He got caught!” said the chambermaid to her,
Her head swirled, she fell on her bed of leather.

Opening her eyes she could now discover,
The vastness of his sacrifice, the eternal lover,
She could do nothing, in his last few days,
She went to see him, but his heavenly gaze
Rendered her speechless. Nothing could she do?
Deliver her life to him? To make them one not two?
In her great oak cupboard she had carefully kept,
A jar of hemlock awaited her and on death crept.
Not for her, you see! But for her sweetheart
“To Be Hanged Till Death”: was the call to part;
She opened the jar and, yes she drank it all!
And now Death had to make just one extra call!

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“Time to go, m’dear!”, said the Man-With-The-Rope,
Time to go? The time had come? Is there no more hope!
No more lies, no more truths, just deep dank darkness,
He got up, said not a word; his thoughts? I cannot guess.
He walked along death row, arms and legs in chains,
Now no more passion, no more smiles, no more pains…
As he climbed up the raised Last Platform of Justice
Into the chill air he did blow the one last kiss,
And then what he said made my bones chill to the core;
Tears slid down his eyes, love will be there evermore!
As my blood will remain red,
I swear to you that;
This is what he said:

“I will be gone forever,
I will be drowning in you,
I will be gone so why bother?
But I will love you through!
I will love you when the wind chimes,
I will love you in empty darkness,
I will love you in my deepest rhymes.
I will love you when your life’s a mess.
But only when you answer to thee:
Tell me now, have you ever loved me?”

Then what happened, you will never guess:
The wind sighed out an audible: “Yes.”