After You Left -04

It is the place Where we met first day. The zigzag path Leading to the hill side Where you saved me that day. As I was On the verge of a slide. A lone dry lane Without you and me Holding hands under the rain! It is the place Where we parted last day. The meadows, green With grasses of teen days' touch Have grown older and thorny. The bird's chirp with A touch of dry, dark, agony. The stones that chalk marked Our erotic smile and laughter Appear to have faded Into a hollow soul-less slumber. It is still there, like A Sand less desert of pain Soaking all the tears of youth And smokes of memories burn In the fire of days by gone.