Can I go
back
to the place
whose
dignity
omitted itself
like an outbreak of melancholy
in this once fragrant garden?
Can I come back
here
since it was I
who
took the decision
to retreat?
You will not
say a word,
I know that.
And I will nervously
chew my fingernails.
You will not hold
one word of protestation
or complaint.
But I know
how you have
dispensed
leftovers
in my share
after
swallowing your
greater beauty.
You are broken.
I don't hold now
either
your friendship
or your
final fading light.
This will be
my biggest
regret of all-
that I let
this bond
of Nature
and Mortal
pass away
before its time.
It passed-
distributing
worldly advertisements
with
the lightest
of colours.
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PoetryI present to you my new collection of poems which will be reflective of my present states of mind and compel me to translate my deepest desires and waves of thoughts, brimming with emotions. ...
