In Desertion

I tried to hold

The golden memory

That always made me feel sorry

And carried a whole life burden

Why did it become a past?

And lasted life long,

Was I wrong in reading her mind?

Now I find ample time to assess

From the outset

He had set

An idea of early departure

Making my future dark here

The day was passing

And the night was setting

Bringing the treachery of a person

With a bundle of reasons

I was tolerating

And equating

It with casual recurrences

But it became daily instances

I thought he will still stay

And make my day a hay

Desertion was out of the question

But he made mentions several times

I blame it on my calculation

For the deterioration

It was not a strong bond and relation

That had resulted in the desertion