May
13
2018
By Anindya Chaudhuri on Sun, 05/13/2018 - 18:21 IST
Oh how these paths will long;
For you.
How they will cry out your name.
How they will miss your stride.
How they will miss,
the insanity in your laughter.
How they will crave,
the moonlight;
As it fell,
and was reborn
on your smiling face.
How the darkness of the night,
will miss,
the light in your eyes.
How the wind will burn,
to blow once more, through
your hair.
Oh misfortune! That I should be,
the lone witness,
to their plight.
I hear them helplessly,
as I walk in solitude;
Trying to comfort,
the inconsolable night.