Editor: Mrinali

Looking back at the bench we sat,

Your lips curved at my silly words.

The voice which remembered me for so long,

To be called by you, my name as I turned around.

The flowers that dropped by the shower of cloudlets,

The sun that set a little late as you came to me little late,

I told you something as I felt so bright with you.

Might that be that my words did hurt you.

Not knowing a single ounce of pain,

Did I lose you?

Not to say as – I found myself in the state of devastation as I felt my heart. 

The time when my medium rang in the middle of the midnight. 

As I thought I didn’t heard it wrong,

I saw your name and felt a shock to the core.

I told you so many times that I missed you.

But can I tell you now that I miss you as you hear?

But I heard your voice and it said I missed you and I smeared.

Retraction that I thought must I make,

For not my heart to break,

We waited so dearly while we longed as evermore.

My lips curved with the retraction of our separation. 

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I am Shashwati Khatai, completed my M.A. in English language and literature in 2020 from Khallikote University, Berhampur

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