Poetry

He’s Still Her’s

Dancing in the Rain,
He buried his fears,
Remembering the days,
And the tears.
To the visceral sorrows,
He cried her name,
Cursing the day,
He stood on the dock of the Bay.
All He did was,
Walking down the road,
Without any plan,
Never Speaking to his clan.
At their secret place,
He ended up seeing her again,
But this time,
She waved back,
Nonetheless, He followed her track.
Suddenly, she vanished,
Darkness galloped him,
All He heard was the,
angels scream.
He reminisced asking her why was she so naive?
But the real question was,
How does he always end up at her grave?
                                                
~Snigdha Ghose
Ahmedabad, India

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