Quest

Memories of childhood

Holding a sack of bare essentials in one hand

And in the other,

Holding you father.

Boarding the obese-looking train

That would take us to our new home.

In that new city , you had said,

We would be free;

My Quest for Freedom thus begun.

 

Memories of adolescence

Are filled with struggle.

Struggle to make sense,

Of everything around me.

Struggle to fight for the rights

Of myself and of the people

Of my Nation.

Singing slogans, braving gunshots,

Hiding in the bushes,

Sleeping in the open;

My Quest for Victory thus begun.

 

Memories of manhood

Fills my heart

With satisfaction and pride

Of achieving every success

Of taking life in my stride.

 

Then there was you

With whom I flew

To places new.

Exploring, unearthing, showcasing

My newest self

Of which, so far, I was unaware.

Your love made me realize

My value, and to value them who care.

 

My Quest for Love thus begun.

 

Memories of your parting

Are still afresh,

Every moment you suffered,

It had pained deep in my flesh.

I let you go, for I know,

You will be happy,

Safe and free.

 

Life without you will be difficult for sure,

But with you in my heart,

I can tread the path.

For there is certainly more to life,

Which I am yet to find.

There will be moments to treasure

And reasons to smile;

 

All other quests being done,

My Quest for Life has just begun.

                                        

Reviews

[zainul]

This is a wonderful poetic statement on the meandering journey of your life.
The poem captivated me for a while and will keep me thinking for long.