And a broken neuron;
Collected the shells, you had left long ago.
I hadn’t cared either;
As you had gone, leaving
Behind a cyclorama to live with.
Your Springs had died and
I had buried, miles deeper;
Thought, time will ebb soon.
But, winter had arrived yet again
Like that Gypsy,
Who had bargained to me-
My Love.
I have been weeping,
And weeping and weeping…
But, Apricots are now dried;
And
I will have to, but with a nervous hand
And a fearful soul;
Peel off the layer, before she arrives
This Valentine.
(14.02.2013)
© rakesh pandey
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