By B. R. Gowani
Many years have passed
Since you bade farewell
With an unwritten/unspoken promise
To never come back …
Even if you wanted to
Nature would not let you
Painful, the separation was
And it will it seems
Persist to the end
Other pains have cropped up too
As if the heart is not
A life spewing instrument any more
But has instead turned into
a collection of sorrowful parts
With varying degrees of anguish and woe
You were the creator …
The creator vanished
The creation survives!
The only difference
That divides you and me
Is intense grief
I feel it; you don’t
B. R. Gowani can be reached at brgowani@hotmail.com