I FOLLOWED

Into the slippery silence she walked,

The walk seemed to be endless.

And in captivity of her elegance, I followed.

Now into the woods she deviated,

Engulfed into the darkness she made her way.

And in captivity of her charm, I followed.

The blackness was tough,

Yet not enough to beat down her radiance,

And in captivity of her grace, I followed.

A subtle, unreal lament encumbered me,

She quit her robe in the cold night.

And in captivity of her temptation, I followed.

The tall spruce seemed divine,

With their boughs bestowed upon us.

And in captivity of her fragrance, I followed.

She stopped and I did too,

She turned to me with teary eyes.

And in captivity of her blue eyes, I followed.

I soaked her tears and watched motionless,

She turned away and departed.

And in captivity of her innocence, I followed.

Nearing the cliff, on its edge she stood.

She gave me one last glance and let go herself.

And in captivity of her love, I followed.

-Karan Ghosh