In Her Memory

In Her Memory

Glittering Emerald eyes
of blank night sky
Slavish honeydew texture
of blooming English lady
Delicate merchandise of
priceless beauty
Sunbeam sniffing the Love
of all battered hearts
O, You- my tender tree of Love
– my confidant
-my acquaintance
I was everything to you
Everything- my confidant
I was to you
what pink spring is to withered souls
of white numb winter
What apricot smell is to motley flowers of
brazen blond summer
or what water is to parched streams of
dry sun-baked
season
And what love is to innocence
My Acquaintance-My Confidant
When you left even my shadows
refused to follow me
In the Hall of Mirrors
Every mirror refused to identify me
O,you
I have forgot myself
to your and only your thoughts forever.

Copyright @ Omair Bhat

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