The Fault In Our Stars Poem by Amar Agarwala

It is another summer's noon
The tufts of grass are few,
That part of me now empty lies
Which went away with you.

You took away the purple skies
You took the fragrant breeze,
The wind-flowers now jaded seem
And lonely look the trees.

The summer sun no brighter looks
A pallid moon lovelorn,
The glow of stars reach not my soul
My hopes now die unborn.

A sun-kissed day now empty feels
And empty feels the night,
I lie in bed thus slumber-less
Your phantom in my sight.

When wretched life drives me insane
I do visit your grave,
I carry all my loneliness
I carry my flowers brave.

Little solace you still give me
From your tomb underground,
Your ceaseless whispers talk to me
Without a single sound.

You echo that I ought to live
Sweetheart I try that too,
I wish some magic you had taught
Or left me with some clue.

Summer rains and the autumn hues
Now pass me ever slow,
Their touch of sheer melancholy
They come and then they go.

My little dreams I told you not
Warm desires a few,
Will need to wait a lifetime now
Until my time is due.

Thence let us keep inside our graves
Lost hopes and dreams of ours,
We need obey our destinies
And heed the faulty stars.

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