Poetry

Final Venture

As fast as I could manage

I ran and ran and ran

I was on a special mission

I had to catch a train

I reached the station late and

The train was about to leave

I held on to the door knob

Didn’t want to miss and grieve

My beau was going far away

His last glimpse I needed

He was  not going to wait for me

That fact I should have heeded

Wanted to have his last image

Imprinted on my heart

Which I will carry to my tomb

And make that place a state of art

                                   ~Sudha Dixit

                                     Bangalore, India

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