Without a touch I have to leave
No chance to flash a meaningful
smile
Or a wave of hand.
Our house in traditional vein
Full with all our well-wishers
Our nearest and dearest kith and
kin;
To wish them away
An unpardonable sin;
Every wall and window
Too busy with eyes, ears and tongues;
No scope for wishes and whispers-
I touched the filmy eyes of yours
With my palpitating heart;
I looked back at the unfulfilled
dreams
That we left behind;
With Time’s onward rush unkind
I felt the stab of thy glance;
With a suppressed sigh, I made
bold
A step forward
To attend the pulling urge
Of the routine, rugged life.
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21st March, 2024 Somaseshu Gutala
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