Monday, October 28, 2019

road

Walking on the rain washed road
I think about you
and all the time we have passed
together. 
Something wrenches deep in heart,
something just breaks.  

I walk past tress and 
blue moonlight touches my face.
Looking to the sky.
The sweet fragrance of flowers
And wet leaves,
Kind of kindles a fire
Inside me.

You are also walking 
That very road
On which I am walking
I look at you 
But,
I do  not speak anything,
Though I want to. But I just can't,
its like a heavy weight rock
That I can't lift anymore
Forgive me, love
I cannot tell you how
What I feel for you.

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