Nira’s Tale Of Love: XII
Nira’s Tale Of Love: XII


‘Akash came’, ‘Sam gone’, even Rosy was there;
Others un-recollected; the mayhem of youth was her.
When she felt its arrival as a liaison
Fading colours of youth were on.
With these, she ventured alone,
Needed another shadow to live upon.
Sought others for burning desire;
For which flow of li
fe was in despair.
She could hear at a distance was her mourn;
The tears rolling on her cheeks were her own.
Ceased instincts react to surfeit her soul;
Pleased senses forfeit her to growl crawl.
Every second life could be her day;
Barked relentless reaching at bay.
The whole human would suffer,
So, how a man would differ?
Linger, anger, hunger and instinct;
Eager, meagre, malinger and distinct.