Nira’s Tale Of Love: XII

‘Akash came’, ‘Sam gone’, even Rosy was there;

Others un-recollected; the mayhem of youth was her.

When she felt its arrival as a liaison

Fading colours of youth were on.

                         

With these, she ventured alone,

Needed another shadow to live upon.

Sought others for burning desire;

For which flow of life was in despair.

She could hear at a distance was her mourn;

The tears rolling on her cheeks were her own.

Ceased instincts react to surfeit her soul;

Pleased senses forfeit her to growl crawl.

Every second life could be her day;

Barked relentless reaching at bay.

The whole human would suffer,

So, how a man would differ?

Linger, anger, hunger and instinct;

Eager, meagre, malinger and distinct.