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