Neither have you broken a bow
Nor have I been picked from the furrow
Quite simply
I met you in shopping mall
And
Your sweet talk had me hooked
I keep staring at the bird of
Ambition which took you away
Faraway
A salty sea of tears filled
With deadly serpents
Stretched between us
Sprinkled with sharp mountains of
Wounded and bloodied egos
The seed of ruin sowed
At the time of your departure
Watered with tears
Fed with fertilizer of guilt
Gave rise to a tree
Under which
I took refuge
No monkey could help me
If your phone is always busy
Talking to someone you met in a faraway land
By a stroke of luck
Sursa believed how much I loved you
She spat me closer to you
Distance between us was erased
You shied away from me
When I wanted to hug you
Either you had become childish
Or I had grown obsessed
I felt we were still in different time zones
You said you’ve
Adapted to a different time zone
That didn’t deter me
‘Am I not the same girl
You met years ago?’
‘It doesn’t matter’
‘Then what happened?
‘You aren’t a virgin anymore
I have heard’
I turned away thinking
How could I go to Sursa alone
Who believed so much in my love?
