The Bench Poem by Mohd Arshad

In the cameo of twilight
I embrace the chair

And sit near the window
And the bench then sparkles

That gave me light
Though she was gone

Like a meteor in the mist.
I remember when the bench

Was an altar for us
And we would sacrifice hours

To get the contenment
And it was there

Spilling out
And flowing down our hands.

I remember the bench
The concert of my song on her lips

And the parrots trying to surpass hers
From the swinging cradle over our cool heads

It was amazing.
I remember the bench

Where we had discussed the life
That is just prose

Or the croaking in the pond
And finally we had made up our minds

To weave our moments
Like strings in a guitar

The bench I remember
Is a souvenir to my soul.

It is the beginning of Endymion.