A Letter To My Darling

Poem By Ershad Mazumder

I know darling
You will be surprised
to see me
My face is full of beard
My hairs are falling
I have not seen me in mirror
for many years
these beards are years
When I touch my face
I understand I am growing old.

I know my darling
You are angry with me
You must have thought me
a coward, a liar and an escapist
Yes, you are right
I have escaped from you
Because, I loved
another woman
a mother
My motherland.

I could not tell you
on that night
they have arrested me
blind folded
Since then I am in jail
Its now 20 years.

My sin is I loved my country
more than you
I know darling
You will never forgive me.

Comments about A Letter To My Darling

you use all i know about poetry in this, and it sounds too good very poignant write
I know my darling You are angry with me You must have thought me a coward, a liar and an escapist Yes, you are right I have escaped from you Because, I loved another woman a mother My motherland. Sir......your love for your country is so much evident in your poems.....and the way.......the mood of the poetry changes is fantastic......it starts with a plea to your beloved and suddenly it changes to the love for motherland......Brilliant.
‘I loved another woman a mother My motherland….’ 180 degree shift! Total poetic anticlimax! With a but… its love for country to sever love of fiancée is great Ten+ ++ Ms. Nivedita Thanks for comments Cordially invite to read and comment on Enigmatic Navel Lie Sly or other poems. niv PS You’re winner and your fiancée will love you more for your idealism.
beautifully sad.......
My sin is I loved my country Rachel Ann Butler


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