Last Meet
Last Meet
In evening I reached
the glass house in my garden
and glanced on shrubs.
Nice lovely lilacs
purple, lavender, white flowers
seemed useless and dull.
Evening bade good bye.
My glass house turned pitch black dark.
I waited for you.
You came with candle.
Darkness was torn in silence.
But our love was dark
Dim flame was trembling.
Our shadows were dancing
on gloomy glass wall.
Two silent strangers
might recollect memories
that had lost all charms.
We liked each other.
You were not my cup of tea.
Better to break up
We looked face to face.
Our last meet counted seconds.
We spent night speechless.
12/19/15
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2015
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