Pramod Lad 

Look Back*

 

My dearest love,is much of what we call fate
Is randomness. How else to explain
Why the day after our vows, someone sedate,
A beekeeper, should stalk me, why again
That particular meadow, that river bed,
The sharp tooth waiting, or the curse
Of my beauty or your music that led
Me to your arms. Again, I rehearse
That fateful day, when I shed
All that was past, the ghostly dead,
And yearning, I followed, you far ahead,
Trusting your every step, promise you had made.
How can I forget the music, the haunted track,
My hate for you, my love, for the look back?

*Orpheus loses Eurydice to the underworld


Pramod Lad was born in India, educated at King’s College UK , and completed his Ph.D. in Biophysical Chemistry at Cornell University. He was a scientist at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, Md. He was part of the Artists and Scientists Group convened by William Meredith at the Library of Congress. Some of his poems have been published in an anthology published by the Washington Writers Group. His poems have been accepted in the following journals The Examined Life Journal, Right finger pointing, Omentum and Eclectica magazine.

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