Come Saturdays
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Saturdays will never be the same.
My Saturdays
not seeing him a fortnight
is he gone with the light in his eyes
to the land of eternal light?
Come Saturdays
he doesn't follow me anymore
in his staggering walk to my door
hiding his worldly pains
for a morsel of my handful grains
Come Saturdays
he isn't waiting on my way
in another aching day
unable to stand on his feet
but not giving up giving
his silent greet
Come Saturdays
I utter his name
My Saturdays will never be the same.
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