A chance meeting in a cyber cafe,
tete-a-tete over instant coffee,
then intimate dating,
and the script is written:
‘that’s it – we’re in love.’
Everything seems dreamy;
a rhapsody of romance
rings in the air;
two lovebirds saunter
hand in hand, flaunting
as if it’s a life-long bond.
The initial spell of wonder
wearing off,
things start souring relation:
tone edgy, eyebrows frowning,
rift widening.
But no ranting, no sobbing,
and no desire to confront either;
only a mobile phone
sends the message
of a few words:
‘it’s the end – that’s it’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem