Over thirty years, you had
been in my
Brain,
With teenage image in tender
plumage,
So romantic, so smart, and so
receptive,
In talks, deeds and walks, to
hold me captive
Till I saw you, from pain and
sorrow,
To only find how withered you
became
So dull, so sluggish and so
over aged
In talks, looks, and walks to
my dismay.
With remorse I wish I didn’t
see you.
You would have stayed in me
what you had been.
Unromantic mate, you had
fallen to,
Like a parrot perking on a
thorny plant.
I know your value; yet I
missed you.
I could have kindled and
preserved you.
No amount of regrets could
absolve me
Of the cheat that I’d
committed on you.
I repent and repent for my
own shake.
A diamond had been burnt to a
carbon.
01.05.2002

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