The winter night of that year (Melancholic tales from life)

The winter night of that year (Melancholic tales from life) long poem

It was the winter night of that year

When tricky fate stormed my family

When my beloved mom was left alienated

With the abominable tragic demise of my dad

And was burdened with six posthumous infants in her lap.

The windy night that drove my dad at the foreign shore.

It was the winter night of that year

When I was taken out from my family hearth at the countryside

With the promise of an aunt to bring me happiness

Out of curving path to education at the capital abode of God (Lhasa)

But ended with bitter mockery and humiliation

Though was bestowed a couple of years of hard schooling.

That windy night bruised my psychic joy and innocence

With the exposure to the hypocrisy of urban life.

It was the winter of that year

When I was displaced from my endearments

With the gate of new lease of life at the forefront

That paved my forlorn passage to the alien shore

And the decade of indomitable chain of barrier from my Home.

Those are the foams of tears

That  bubbled in the ebbs of ordeals

from the dawn of my early childhood

The tears with which

I repaint the melancholic tales of my life.

Today, after more than a decade of life away home

I yearn to see the changes with my left behind parents and kins

And came into spotlight the destiny that I’ve much travelled

While seeing the ebullient laughter from my Mom’s face

And while feeling the intellectual fragrance in my kin’s circle

I brim with the tear of fulfilled joy!

Today, under the full moon firmament

I beseech the blessing of the three jewels

For the day of going back to my home

To credit for the fathomless kindness of my Mom and Uncle

To dispatch the invasion of those winter nights

With the zooming spring of wish-fulfilment.

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