A Tale That Goes Soon Stale... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I am not alone
Since you are gone.
The bundle of lies was to break;
dies sooner and dies surely
what is nothing but just a fake!

You loved too much
and pretty too soon;
like the beam of the fainted moon
when the sun is above and at very noon.

You are as good as those clever ones
who trust more on their snapshots.
Like fluffy bubbles that look very cool
but in a jiffy give in to the rule!

You toss your own coin
what has love on one side
and hate on the other;
you make your mind- -
why on earth you will bother?

You are happy and me too;
gone the fever and over is the flue!
I am not alone since you are gone.
Just a page got so luckily torn!