To Whom Is But To Tell This Whole
Along the lake’s bank
By the big old poplars
This clean calm road looks wet
As is bathed by dew or late night rain.
Let’s join there
The ducks and birds
Sailing and fluttering, deep in the lake.
Let’s wander and get lost in the gloomy forests
For nights and for days
But, the guards around the bungalows of Indian VIPs
Ah! Won’t allow it!
O! To whom is but to tell this whole
Share this serene scene
As she is with you no more…
And sorry! But it seems O simple soul!
She’ll never, ever, be that sweet companion,
Sympathetic listener--
Again any more…!
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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