When the exchange of emotions
Were reaching euphoric
heights,
The bursts of
laughter were reaching the sky,
A call on your cell
phone, as an enemy of love,
Interrupted our ecstasy,
choked the throat of our pleasure.
The messages you
received
Created a storm in
your mind.
Brought an abrupt
change in your voice,
An error point blocked
The progress of my ever-singing
gramophone player.
An eclipse shadowed
my ever-smiling moon,
Your face turned pale
and reflected your sorrow,
You tried hard, but fruitlessly
to conceal it from me,
Got up and went away suddenly,
Without muttering a
single word to me.
A cyclone of sorrow
and worry
Originated in my
heart,
Not because of your
departure,
But because of imagination of the storm,
That silenced my nightingale.
I cannot see you in a
dismal state
How can I?
Hope you understand,
Who else?
Thanks.
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