She Is Gone

She is gone And my heart does not dance anymore. When she was with me, Even those stars in distance Could hear galloping rhythm of my heart. But now? She is gone And my heart does not dance anymore. My heart is still a heart But it has lost its heart. It makes a lot of movement But they are all senseless, rhythm-less, graceless. O world, could you hear me She is gone And my heart does not dance anymore. And I listen to flute To forget her whisper, I feel petals of flowers To forget her tenderness, I drink wine To forget gravity of her eyes, But alas! All in vain. She is gone And my heart does not dance anymore. © Arun Maji JK Steiner