NEELAM SAHU
Solitude
1
As we sat
On the corner
bench
Of that lonesome
garden
On that lonesome
winter eve
The hands that
shivered
Were held tightly
Fingers
intertwined
In warmth of love
All was cold
All stood still
As we embraced in
loving kiss
The moon hung low
The stars blinked
We sat there thus
Till the birds
trilled...
2
The moon still
hangs low
The stars still
do blink
Yet the warmth is
bill
The heart is
still
The shivering
lips
No one does kiss
The leaves have
chill
The snow has drilled
And the white
winter army
Has hustled all
in
And my love
There he lies
Under the earth
Thus still...
I sit here
In the cemetery
lonesome
On the winter's
eve
Lonesome...
3
Come here
Hurry my dear!
In the big dark
abode
Of lady lonesome,
Before the chill
Of death comes to
me
I won't die
Till you come
The solitude must
not
Claim me
I loved it in the
garden of youth
I hated it in the
pasture of pain
I can't bear it
as I breathe my last
The solitude thus
kills me
It chills me.
Neelam Sahu ©®
NEELAM SAHU
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