Visalakshi 4

She herself that day called me up, That she never did hitherto. She got my number from one, Being her confident and my friend. Given to know about my health Affected by deadly cancer, She was tempted to contact me Which she never thought of doing before. She was at ease as much as she was During our sojourn of love Enacted when we were sixteen, About fifty seven years ago. I gathered courage that I couldn't In earlier opportunities To confirm the news that was gnawing At me all fifty seven years. ‘She fell into well from love failure', The next day after we were caught Red handed in her room by mother, Was the news I heard when I left. She confirmed it as true in a tone To show me how deep she was hit By the failure I inflicted. Her suicidal attempt put me dry. She consented to my offer Of visiting her in her abode, Which she's never encouraged so far. It shows she couldn't put down her urge. The spark of love I ignited In her as a maiden love has stayed In her for the past forty years Of family and her widowhood. She is a widow but I am not. Even if I were a widower, We cannot reunite by body, In front of our descendants. 07.06.2014