Something Is Amiss Poem by Poonam Mehta

My love for you died today.
A flower that bloomed in your light,
just withered away…

mere fantasies and dried up poems
could not keep it brightening.
It died within me,
when it discovered that
it was lust that pulled you into it..
For you it was only a part of the whole
but for it you were the whole (life) .

Every time I tried to rekindle the flame,
I burnt my fingers.
My tender heart aches.
Without it, (love)

It still carries the withered petals
And continues to beat…
If not for you then for someone
It actually belongs.