THE HAUNTING MEMOIRS

Her memories are haunting.
Our choirs were always enchanting.
So much like winsome twosome
She beautiful and I handsome.

At a time, when I was perverted
It was she, who didn't make me feel deserted.
We became friendlier than ever before
Never lesser and nothing more.

One evening I made her cry
It was me. taking away her joy.
Sorry! I do not have the guts
To raise the necessary ifs and buts.

Her silence adds to my agony
Our shared laughs were phony
It appears to me that way
'cause I feel unwelcome at her bay.

No where to go, nobody to blame.
"We are best friends" - my silent shouting claim.


~Alok Alamban~

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