Body and ash
To her
Body ends like an ashy cigarette,
Shaped with mud and vanish in mud gate.
Tomorrow 14th February the Valentine’s Day
Do you marry me sweep these words away.
When tomorrow starts without me
Couples of pigeons will stop to sit on exclamatory tree.
Tomorrow again sun will rise from east.
Only I will absent on celebration day of feast.
Flowers will change its shape again,
I will be missed in every season of rain.
When wind of summer will smash her hair,
She will remember our beautiful affair.
When she will take rest near pond in full moon night,
My warm hug and smile will be searched by her sight.
I wish I could give an oath to my beloved
“SEE YOU SOON”.
But I am dumped in my coffin counting the white stars and moon.
