THE GRIEF

The lover in him,

Failed to digest the grief of her departure,

Gulped a bottle of whiskey,

With the hope of a momentary relief.

It gradually went on consuming his body.

But failed to overpower his soul,

Which continued to roam in her thought,

And remain sad.

Even though the red devil made a dragon of him,

In the worst stage of its fury,

His tongue did not spit fire at her name,

And tarnish the glory of love,

He went on increasing the dose,

Until his physical system collapse,

In the arms of some unknown people,

Who took pity to bring home his living corpse.

He spread unconscious on the bed,

To awake again in the next morning,

To love and pray again for her,

To read and write yet again for her.