The pain remained concealed in her blue eyes
She was donning a masquerade of comfort
She used her warmth as deciet
Her love was so forceful that I lay helpless
Had I known that this was the very last time
It would'nt be the same
I have hot tears in my eyes
When I recall her silken tresses
That she flung to my face so often
I help her arm and it was warm
Warm, as warm as her love for me
And then kissed her under the haunts of the nightsky
The songbird sang to us
The song seemed to be the sweetest ever heard
But it was my obfuscation to find it sweet
With each chirp of the songbird
My beloved was nearing her end
The song was not in honour of her grace but her demise
With the closing night we closed our eyes
When I woke I had her sleeping besides me in the splendid moors
But she was never to wake.. Never again.
-Karan Ghosh
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