Lost love!

What is love lost? On the days of bright spring

When the blush of flowers flush the skin green

and she looked an epitome of the green on purple

her gaze fixed on starry space, twinkling and then

bidding everything a sigh of heart in the offing

seeing the ships returning from nowhere

to the port where hearts rejoice in cool beer

Her finger buds smoothening the roses scent

in her lap with a afterglow of a vagrant heart

There was a stern patient on the sailor’s dorm

who has returned from the war in love for a gun

that now rested besides the corpse which once

pulled the trigger on the enemies while she

kept quiet of the tales of broken heart,

the heart boken by the war more so than

a love tiff on the sea.


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