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...............?
