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the fall we made

Part Seven – The Fall We Made

My mind never got affected to what it didn’t believe And there were things narrated against her which hurt me. My eyes never got a better grasp of what I heard But that was all and only in the start. Later, it was something else. Later, the truth made a...

epidemic begins

Part Six – The Epidemic Begins

Every morning the sun shone and she woke up from my warms The arms that had set her wedding’s gown, Had garlanded her with seven promises to reap And ample oaths to keep her away from the calls to weep.   It’s not that she hadn’t offered me delights –...

the turn of the cart wheel

Part Five- The Turn Of The Cart Wheel

My little child held on to my hands Loved to sit upon my shoulders And made me to walk into the street of her fancies. To saddle her immature thoughts handsomely, It was I who led her to green forest and valleys all wide. Her countenance always grew hard –...

the changes

Part Four- The Changes

She existed in her own remotest gloom – lost The eyes in her remained the brightest as she got lost. The heart in her had consumed the burning fire of desires And there formed the shadows of dead romance between us. Far into the core chambers, inside me, it was...

my love my pride

Part Three- My Love, My Pride

The 25th day of October ’92 brought to me joy of hope and love For the womb in her had settled the dream of a womanhood. I found the stars richer to the sky than the flowers of Babylon And months later kindness slipped into me carrying smile, And that...

Part Two – The Petal And Its Delivery

I remember us, together looking into each other’s face Most solemnly unaware upon our unawareness Of the love that trailed to the depths of the passion. God created a petal in the 18th year womb Which broke our consciousness beyond repair. Our happiness collapsed not because a petal grew But...

the early marriage bond

Part One – The Early Marriage Bond

We met for the first time when she was sixteen and I nineteen And got her drowned in my talk of assurance and trust. I still remember when I had groped for those frail metallic words Scrapping words, at the same time watching her nettled eyelashes.   Of course, she...