The Violin

a poem by Mainak Chatterjee

I still remember those lonely nights
When you used to play violin for me
But now the violin has become silent
Just like you and me

Please come back if not for me
For your beloved darling
Your faithful sweetheart
The good old violin

It has been ages waiting for you
Please come back wherever you are
We have no strength left
To shed any more tear

We are getting older
And this may be our last winter
Dying to see you once
Before bidding goodbye forever

Chilling wind and monotonous cold
Making our life miserable
Please come home my son
Your absence is unbearable

Your sweetheart once full of life
Is now just a dead wood
Hanging silently in a corner
With tear marks on its hook

I know you went very far
Beyond my reach
But I promise
Very soon we would meet

Quivering in joy with every bit of your touch
The dead violin will again make us cry
Nobody around, only you and me
And the eternal blue sky