The Last Request
Your absence becomes a ghost
and haunts the emptiness of my heart.
Perhaps even my mind, who knows?
You have been granted the power of what I am not.
Whenever I, as I know myself,
cease to be, I manifest your soul.
When my sensibilities follow you
into a highly personal oblivion,
my only request to you,
amidst my weaknesses,
is to grant me the tenderness of your grasp.
© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee
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