The vacant lanes
lit yellow
those seducing looks
of unquenched beings
as if wanting you
to embrace them
at least for the night
when you are alone
Yesterday, I was 'there'
where 'decent' folks
never dare wander
Not having met her
for years
I wondered
whether my touch
she'll still remember
There, in the corner
she lay
with loose skin
but feeling 16
sweet emotions
present in her eyes
How does age matter
when expressing love?
I still remember
she was always taken
before I could
by someone
who envied
us being together
But today
without a moment's halt
she fell into my arms
taking me
in the moments of bliss
we couldn’t create before
She was the autobiography
of my favourite writer
I, her reader
yesterday, I was ‘there’
at the book exhibition.
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The Last Poem - a novel by Rabindranath Tagore
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