Poetry: La rue

 

La rue

It was the street that time had sealed,

A  travelled  path,  I was  forbade  to tread

 As the tires hummed a low refrain,

 And the past drew near,

 as a  sudden tide,

I asked  to slow the pace,

To let one fleeting moment bide.

 Through the glass, a momentary  "peep,"

A jagged breath, a glance of old—

Then the road stretched out to pull me on,

And left the story’s end untold.

 

-Pankaj Mala Bhattacharya

03.04.2026