One Point Two Metres Of Separation Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

Impaled to the thought of love
You lie full of hate
Knowing not love that coursed through
You walked for us
The well trod path
Leading away from us

I loved her, I loved you too
Honest enough to tell you
You never saw it
The way I do
In a restricted manner
You accepted it though

My love made whole
Not from you I stole
You thought that she did
But, she never replaced you
I just loved her
I loved you, true

The sun, moon
And drizzle made under the stars
The faith, disbelief
And doubts that arose in the word wars
The loneliness, together
And relief found in the tears

Maybe, some hearts sway
Some love stray
Who is to complain to?
When love is again found true
You sought for love all your own
Inspite, of the love you, me disown

In death we are kept alone
The sin compounds crime piercing
The deed excruciating
For you killed in love, without passion
In hate you found your compassion
Graves mark by stone,
our, one point two metres of separation.