Lost Love
LOST LOVE
Had he ever truly come close to me?
An ascetic appeared in the morning.
As nonchalant, he left casually.
My humble yearnings expected something.
Had he paid any furtive attention?
Why had he come again at noon? By chance?
He had not lifted his eyes, but just gone!
My eyes were too anxious to greet his glance.
Had he reared shallow feelings for me?
Why had he ventured to enter my room?
Just to hold my hand, he did not feel free.
My tingling passion was about to bloom.
Had I lost my love? Had he come truly?
How could I endure? I loved him dearly.
01/18/18
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2018
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