PARK

Two sat in the park bench with their back

Not to have a departing meet; as their eyes were full pack

Fell like a drew drop, it was their tear drop

Both felt same and shame to speak up.

Butterflies, kites and balloons in colours

But these two are in dark shadows of each others

Trying to forget; they are remembering all

Unable to see; their dream castle fall

Everything was rolling,

Tears, time and tryst.

Thought of lasting rendezvous

But this was their last.

This park was their temple of love

Receiving signals from the love-birds in the grove

Dulcet was their language of love

Promising pillars were laid for future trove.

But……………………

All crushed down to dust in this park

All against their nuptial

Unable to convince all; not to have a black mark

             They together left the park to make a two different walk

(This poem was longlisted in the word weavers Poetry contest in 2014)