For I am Dead For Her

Aloof from her, hid my tears

Left alone, she was there
At her house
I was there, near her house.

Light was there, even in the darkest night

Song was there, even in the melancholic sights

The past haunted me,

The present never left me

Future was a distant call.

She had passed those days,

Alone,

For I was with fire.

I was dead for her, but I was alive

In her heart

In my heart.

There were mere people

With me

But I would be left alone.

The fires would die out,

I would be peeping at her.

She would be gazing,

But neither of us talk, nor smile,

She would be shedding those drops.

I have a cloth,

But alas! It's of no use.

For I am dead for her,

For I am dead for you.

Siba Smarak Panigrahi