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27 Apr

First Goodbye

First Goodbye


Nivedita Dubey


Nivedita Dubey (1996 - ), is a budding writer from Rangapara, Assam. She did her early schooling in Mathura.  The poem “When I set out for Lyonnesse” by Thomas Hardy moved her deeply on one momentous epiphanic day. Since that day, she has never had to look back. For her, writing verse was first a hobby; later it turned into a passion and a vocation. Besides poetry, she is interested in reading books and travelling. Presently she is pursuing her bachelor’s degree in English literature. “First Goodbye” is an autobiographical piece. The poem makes a foray into the poet’s own heart-rending experience of having been forced to leave her birth place after getting married. The poem is an honest and frenzied account of the hysteric thoughts that passed the poet’s mind during her departure.


Noisy streets whispered farewell

Whose tears had dried me up

Its light my darkness ceased to be

Far from me, in me it took me to

Sun’s shade it’s I pretended as first

So as to with joy I could lament

Its shrine my atheistic bow I gave

Its air I didn’t breathe but exhaled

Strong wind to my departure blew

Scant when my mind withdrew

My movement it despised or me?

Too futile a question to indulge in

Elated with grief at dreams leftover

Futile friends and enemies amiable

My overflowing fist their residence

All that, here my survival aided

Just a matter of seconds remained

Note of thanks I chocked to utter

Too good to curse that ailed

I to my pathway aligned

Its last glance I remembered as first

So as to with joy I could lament.

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