MY LOVER

MY LOVER

you never waved

your beautiful hand

to say good bye

you never looked at

my pale and tired eyes

when i breathed last

you did not pour

a single drop of tear

and did not give

farewell kiss....

you did not prayed

for my soul

to attain 'nirvana'

you were not there

to hear the beats of

wood cutter,

cutting mango tree.....

when i laid up on pyre

and immersed into the fire

my eyes searched

for a glimpse.......

finally ashes asked to earth...

where is she...............?