We will meet for one last time
and go our ways from there.
You your way
And I mine…
We will say the unsaid.
Deliver a parting wish.
And just meet for no reason,
Like we always met.
We will contain ourselves.
Just a casual meeting,
for tying up the lose strings
Before this fate intended parting
That was the plan…
We set it up for the Gulmohar Grove.
Our fondly frequented rendezvous.
I imagined you in my favourite white.
You appeared in your deepest blue.
The winds hummed our rain song,
as clouds wept woebegone
Terribly sad and numb we stood,
in silence and in cold rain …
Knowing full well.
We won’t sleep tearless ever,
Thinking of us and our fondest thoughts
For the Gulmohars that wept for us.
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