What shall I claim tomorrow
As my very own
What shall I lay to waste
And ready to disown

Old furniture, collections, books
Shall lie unmarked
Old relationships once treasured
Shall lie untouched

What I shall carry with me
Only the spring in my gait
Willing to give my all
And put to test my fate

A time might come after decades
When the past would have happened
And the future would look very short
Perhaps a trifle uncertain

When memories may come calling
Knocking on my door
Old artefacts, relationships, trifles
And very much more

Will I be able to look squarely
With my head held high
At all those asking me questions
And those I have denied

Shall I be able to justify to myself
All my past decisions
Without a tinge of regret
And without any compunction

Subir Chakraborty / 26th Nov 2018