Park

Two sat in the park bench with their back Not to have a departing meet; as their eyes were full pack Fell like a drew drop, it was their tear drop Both felt same and shame to speak up. Butterflies, kites and balloons in colours But these two are in dark shadows of each others Trying to forget; they are remembering all Unable to see; their dream castle fall Everything was rolling, Tears, time and tryst. Thought of lasting rendezvous But this was their last. This park was their temple of love Receiving signals from the love-birds in the grove Dulcet was their language of love Promising pillars were laid for future trove. But…………………… All crushed down to dust in this park All against their nuptial Unable to convince all; not to have a black mark They together left the park to make a two different walk.