When in a desolate enlightened evening
I made tea ,you looked bemused for a while
Washed down in one gulp ,as drastic depart was going to be there
Denial was in your eyes ,tears were in my heart
Last waving hand is still in the air !
I drank your left ...
My lip got charred as fire was in your leftover.
That day my black lip sang a song of bereavement .
Since then i have endured multiple fire
Until the flame of a pyre came to my rescue !
I saw your sublimation in ,reduced to ashes
As flames were leaping in the graveyard
A fire was also alighted in my heart
My soul engulfed all of them in a glow
That day i became snow .
Dr Pragya SUMAN
copyright@drpragyasuman
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
When in a desolate enlightened evening
I made tea ,you looked bemused for a while
Washed down in one gulp ,as drastic depart was going to be there
Denial was in your eyes ,tears were in my heart
Last waving hand is still in the air !
I drank your left ...
My lip got charred as fire was in your leftover.
That day my black lip sang a song of bereavement .
Since then i have endured multiple fire
Until the flame of a pyre came to my rescue !
I saw your sublimation in ,reduced to ashes
As flames were leaping in the graveyard
A fire was also alighted in my heart
My soul engulfed all of them in a glow
That day i became snow .
Dr Pragya SUMAN
copyright@drpragyasuman
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