HEART BROKEN

My heart is broken again
here at the site OF this last sun-set
with you in the tryst of oleander 
and garden all deep green
of our union like their leaves darker green but thin

when all at once I became an incomprehensible thing
and my words seemed not of love but an empty fling
you pressed your lips for such a wise grin
that I hardly could by anybody be seen;

leave me to my destiny
of tuning the soft breeze
across the benumbed brows
of my lonely afternoon blank look
to the sad and soft lines of poems
till the last word
of my last poetry book;
when you would like to lurk like
that ageless rose of my dreams
who for ever like “leaf in wind’ so lightly shook.

Comp. n copyright: saroj k. padhi