Wind Chime

A Poem by Ranjita Ghosh Dasgupta

The most priced possession of a lady who has lost her lover and what happens to it.

Tinkle-tinkle-cling-ting;

The music seeped through my ears,

And travelled deep within.

I felt I heard your voice,

Calling me out from the street below;

I jumped, I ran, I stumbled on the balcony,

And stooped low.

And lower, to see if there was anybody,

But disheartened, I turned to go back to my study.

When a cold wind blew over my face

And danced around me;

Playing with my skirt and hiding in my hair.

I tried to stop it and wave it away,

When my hand accidentally hit a hanging ware.

Tinkle-tinkle-cling-ting;

It made a noise, louder this time,

As if squeaking on getting hurt.

I looked at it, a crystal wind chime,

Swinging with all its vigor, glittering in the moonlight.

It reminded me of you and our days together,

You had bought it for me for me with your little-earned pocket money,

And my most precious gift ever.

And now, this is all I have in your remembrance,

As you failed to keep your promise

And never returned again.

As I stood there, lost in my memories,

The wind began to blow harder swirling the chime

Round and round, breaking its string.

It fell on the floor with a crackling noise

And shattered all around me;

And now I sit here gathering the diamond dust

Of my past with thee.

© 2013 Ranjita Ghosh Dasgupta

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Rhiti Bose

This is an excellent piece. The words, the feelings were spot on. It made me rember the days when I was in school, and about my first love..... Thank you Ranjita for refreshing a bitter-sweet memory. Your work is just getting better and better.

It fell on the floor with a crackling noise
And shattered all around me;
And now I sit here gathering the diamond dust
Of my past with thee......

wow, well done.