Lost Love - Poem by Bindu Borle
Tuesday it was,
Words weren’t exchanged
Air conditioning added to the coldness.
No more warmth-
Tea getting cold, papers scattered
Could it be my fault?
I hear someone laughing
An urgent need.
Reluctance; reconciliation impossible
Self-pity, tumultuous mind
Something to fall back upon
Who cares it is over
Don’t ask to define-
It was never meaning full
But a make shift arrangement for carnal desires.
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
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