He Was Leaving

My eyes filled with tear But my voice was choked. There's one wish which I couldn't utter as I Had no right to say- - 'This is the right place We are in, friend, stay And have fun drinking The beverage of love. He was leaving and I Heard his unheard pain.' His song I wouldn't hear Anymore, I swear this thought Was humming in my brain. The lone poet took his Path then and walked Away along the woods. The magic of his words And flow with magnetic spell, Would be here no more And turned to a tale More fair than a fairy tale.