Pangs Of Separation Poem by Saju Abraham

It was a time we were young,
love was fleeting glances,
a chance touch that left us breathless,
warm letters and sweaters for winter,
staring and speaking nothing.

Love was then a world apart.
When was that world ripped apart?
We'd make love into the night,
and then talk about nothings,
until sleep snatched us away.

Then to the world we took the vow,
bore the fruit of our love,
toiled to make our offspring stand.
Was that the first brick on the wall?
Nah! We still set the night on fire,
fight and make up over silly things.

Then work and seas separated us.
Love still kept us alive;
Days together made life worthwhile.
Then when did all go awry?