Suspicion did them Part

The purple tinge of the dusk

Invited the two for a walk,

It didn’t take him long, to persuade her

To get out of that yellow cotton hammock.

The long day was passing by,

The birds, retreating to their nest,

But they, did not wish to part so soon,

‘Goodbye’ was a thing they would always detest.

Amidst the trees, upon the grass

They held each other’s hand;

Walking past a clump of Amaltas trees

They heard a sweet bird’s call.

The evening air seemed magical,

Yet hexed with something, that wasn’t the spring season.

How an earthy creature could ever refrain from

The magic around, but it meant sheer treason.

Behind the green shrub that stood

She lay her arms around his neck.

Within a moment she felt, her scarf getting tightened

By him, that strangled her- a day so unfortunate.

He lifted her unconscious body in his arms

And trudged up to the last tree of Amaltas;

Where once they had exchanged promises of love,

She was buried with her love- his suspicion breathed its last!