Looking Back Poem by sreelekha premjit

do look back
often and on
to those days yonder
spent by the bougainvilla

remember how
when we met for the first time
the bougainvilla
blushed blue, pink and red

hark back
to those honey-coated days
longing eyes
lingering thoughts

sweating palms
heaving hearts
whispering nothings
on eager evenings

she stood witness
to secret meetings
sweet exchanges
broken promises

turn the clock
a bitter twenty years
remember the lass
who stood by your side

lost in glory of your present
lost to the happiness of past
you sought a new world
leaving behind pain induced numbness.