Cancer... Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

They loved each other
and they loved so well!
Yesterday, the raindrops fluttered shyly
and kissed the waiting ground.
The deep magenta dome of the sky
was carrying the hidden Sun in its bosom;
the moss green leaf quivered like a bride
as the errant breeze caressed its cheeks.
The morning, as pretty as the melody
of an unsung poem, craved to be one
with the mysterious songs of nature,
being soaked in its velvet soft layers.
I frantically longed to be a part of them too,
for all I wanted was, to be called as beloved
on this Earth.
But alas!
By then, I had already swallowed your sorrow
and consumed your loneliness.
They had trickled down within me,
slow yet smooth, droplet by droplet,
making a malignant lump in my heart!
And now the wound oozes out puss
scorching and scalding
every other pore.