In the pain of scorching sun
deserted was her I witnessed
avoiding to wipe the sweat on her forehead
as the cursed time she faced.
In the pouring rains she wept I saw
as the tears camouflaged in those drops
alone in those water logged fields
witnessing the wet harvest of crops.
I saw her in those fallen relics
that shouted the historic glory,
that heroic age and its saddened fall
in those missing pages of glory.
I saw her in that mesmerising moon
which lightened her unseen sorrow,
through my window I watched her sink
in the endless wait of tomorrow.
I saw her in those blossoming springs
when the flowers bloomed in fragrance,
she remained alone for surveillant fate
as time tested her patience.
I saw her back in the defunct chamber
where black blood pour out of her veins.
Her face buried in her folded arms
in dark corners she wept out her pains.
Turning away from the evidences I saw
Worried and thinking of that figure so blur,
who was she? making me her presence felt
taking me on ride of the forbidden slur?
In the night past 12 as I closed my eyes,
again she haunted my mind,
all her sightings in my open eyes
set the story to unwind.
It was the same date that made me saw her,
as my emotions broke my heart's prison
she was the sad face of my dark memories
my betrayed love, still haunting my vision.
