A question lurks quite often,
With a thorn in the crux,
down deep her heart…………..!
Why had he intervened her lonely dreams
and reined them for a while,
If without a word of adieu,
he could leave her desolate
and aghast in the midway!
His love, he used to proclaim then,
was the thirst of the Soul
and the hunger of the heart,
without which he would perish forever!
As she was forced into the turbulent tide,
his love winged off-
into the safe orbit of his family
and to the seclusion of conventions. ………
After all these years,
She still craves to know,
as to why did he attempt to fish her mind
and dropped it in the blistering sand,
nonchalant whether it plunged to death or life?
She still craves to know, as to why did he attempt to fish her mind and dropped it in the blistering sand, nonchalant whether it plunged to death or life The question you dropped at the end has so much weight. But no answer can surface! A gripping write!
That is the story of many a girl - beautifully narrated. The question you posed at the end will ever remain unanswered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write. This unanswered questions haunts many women in some part of their life. Loved reading it.