By Mitra Samal
I AM ALIVE
If I could stop a war,
I would—
but now I can only
keep hoping.
The residues of our
insignificant lives
grow larger
in someone’s memory.
The news will include us
in cold statistics,
forgotten from the chapters
of history—
an unmarked grave
in an unknown land,
though not dead
in your loving heart.
A picture you possess,
will have a solitary lamp
amidst littered petals
of flowers.
I will still remain
in your breath,
blending with the air,
in the wavelengths
of your mind—
still sheltering
our moments
of passion.
I will live
in your verses,
rendered with the force
of life.
I am not dead
when you’re still
gifted with life.
Mitra Samal has poems in Muse India, Borderless, Madras Courier, The Chakkar etc. She is an avid reader and a cinephile. Her poetry book Silence Has a Sound was published by Om Books this year.
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