These hours & days of loneliness,
Just after a flop love story,
I wanted not.
I desired not,
'Roun' the ticking clock,
Goin' 'lone in the scary nights.
Separation from my will to live,
Knowin' I was just a pastime,
I required not.
I needed love,
Just truthful love,
Not just another infidel.
Soldier of real world,
I fought naught for money,
But for honour and patriotism.
Back home it waited,
I could not fight my lover,
My killer in guise of infidelity.
My mortal remains be taken,
Away from this world,
Into outer space.
The last issue (3/3) to the Indecent Incandescence series.
Not related to my personal life.
My HP Poem #964
©Atul Kaushal