She was alone under the
Nagkeshar tree.
Blurred was her vision
with tearful eyes.
No, was the word
she uttered to say No.
It was tearing her
pigeon -chest with pain though!
Time strolled with heavy footsteps,
since then, as she expected
the outburst and the piercing words- - - -
'I won't let you go! '
Nothing was thrown like that
from the other part.....
Which pounced on her as
blank- sheet signed by both
with their hearts' content!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
emotions running high. Yet ending with contented hearts. Sometimes we worry too much about the simple things.