This Is It, Then! Poem by Shipra Agarwal

I see a wall there
and no where to turn to.
This is it then!
The end of the road for us.

I look back at the muddy road behind
and find your footsteps along with mine,
most of the times they are far apart
(times when we just looked at each other and smiled)
sometimes they come closer
(as did we, during those long conversations) .

I try to trace them back to that fork
where we had both turned on this side road.
But all I see is a blur..
Do you remember how we started this journey?
Strange! I don't.

I just heard the calling in your voice
and followed it, enchanted.
Where and how?
I never paused to ponder.

Well! this is it then.
And it's only fair that
an untold, unsung summer's story
ends in a forgettable August...

...or is it? ?