A windy shower washed the street,
And drenched he stood at the stand.
The crossings where their hearts used to meet,
She now walked with her tangled hand.
Not long ago, the alleys heard;
The gentle notes of their love.
Now those memories twinkled his nights,
Like a glowing cluster above.
Her eyes slid past his stare,
But his heart stopped at sight.
The invisible agony he had to bear,
She watched with Sadist delight.
Her man whispered in her ear,
That cut open her smile.
His eyes complained with a hideous tear,
For a love so fragile.
The crossroads were meant to part,
So it seemed were they.
Turning to his beloved once,
He paced to walk his way.
She too tuned to miss a man,
She once had loved with grace.
A thousand questions emptied her trust,
And hate covered his trace.
She looked on at his wailing silhouette,
With a hope for his call.
He too prayed silently but,
They heard nothing at all.
The tacit noise sawed their voice
And they drifted everyday.
It came as though it was a choice,
But doubt had had its prey.
The moon witnessed this tragic reunion,
That ended with a tear.
And miles away, and ages hence
He still wished she was there.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
