I turned fifty five
I slipped into a pool
not into a water pool
but I slipped into pool of memories
I was twenty five then
I was travelling in train
due to this age drain
I forgot from where and when
to my front there sat a lady
she was as good as snow
her smile shared a silent relation with wind
Oh, I fell in love with her
her eyes welcomed the warmth of my love
as if asking me to sit beside her
after a long lapse, now I regret
for daring not then
even now every night
my heart aches for her
still my soul pants for her
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