Silent Lane - Poem by Tushar Pala
In the fullmoon's moonlit, I strolled down the lane,
the lane that was lonely and was silent.
That's when I saw you, on the far end of the silent lane
and I wondered, was it you or was it my illusion,
for you were my greatest desire.
But how could you be here?
for you have long back gone far off.
Yet I ran, and ran towards you.
Pushing the road behind,
all our memories flashing in my mind.
The lane was no longer silent,
for it was filled with hushing winds,
the lane for once seemed too long,
and at far I reached the end.
She stood there at once,
when I raised my hand to feel her,
tears falling down my cheeks,
for she was once again, as always, gone.
And here I am all alone, willing to die,
and to meet you, talk to you, hold you and to feel you.
above all to tell you, that i have never told you
and forever be content.
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