I envy him…
The stealer who sneaked into my vase,
Furtively he lavished my flowers with glam.
With strokes of his magic wand;
Vanished my flowers; their essence scrammed.
I still care and preserve,
The leftover aroma in the emptiness.
I envy him…
As he turned into a giant black cloud,
Hovered above; embraced my love in the night sky.
A tear rolled down, and mingled with stillness in lake.
And soon it rained; emerged an urge to crush my ache.
But I stood low, dormant and lifeless.
I wait for the sky to get clear.
I envy him…
The musketeer who plundered into my home.
He took away all that was mine,
Sweetness on her lips, and her dimpled face in shine.
I wish his musket to kill me,
As her memories couldn’t help me die.


Image Courtesy : Anshul Gautam's - ViBGYOR

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