Aditya Chandrasen Salvi
Parting Has Many Faces (We Shall Meet Again) - Poem by Aditya Chandrasen Salvi
Sat we together under a tree.
Hands in hands, fingers crossed
Laid on her tender bosom.
Left over of the birthday cake
Were scattered on the young monsoon grass.
It was her twentieth birthday.
Pleasant monsoon wind
Mingled with sweet scent
Of her ripening breasts
Tranquillized the whole weather.
All of sudden
Warm drops glided over my hand.
Looked I at the sky above.
Clear it was as it could be!
I held a mirror in front of her.
“Look at this mirror.
How ugly it looks! ”
Her reddening green eyes
Smiled at their reflection.
“Ah! Now the mirror
Looks very beautiful! ”
Sigh was the only answer
I could elucidate.
“Don’t you think
Mirror has many faces? ”
Now the answer was just a Node!
“What happened? ” I emphasized.
This time she articulated,
“I feel something is taking
Me away from you.”
I responded in a robust voice,
Nothing will happen.”
And I planted a kiss on her neck.
She turned around
Tears still rolling down her cheeks.
Serious as never before
“Parting like mirror has many faces! ”
And she embraced me
As hard as she could.
Fifteen days later
Like mirror Parting has many faces.
And Death – One of its ugliest…
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