The Last Goodbye


Under the street lamp
Her large, soft-brown eyes
Sparkle like jewels of desire,
Her face shines in the warm, yellow light.
Her lips widen in a half-smile—
My heart, a beggar, begins
To plead and hope.


She waves goodbye and turns away.
I watch her walk. Her dark silhouette melts,
Becoming a part of the night itself.


Every night when the night rubs itself
Against the windowpanes,
I lie on bed—wrecked at my heart—
Among the heaps of broken dreams.
Music plays on a radio somewhere—
It is an unbearably sweet soprano
With happy, boasting tenor of a duet.
Closing my eyes, I paint her from darkness
With light and colors of memory.


Every time she walks away,
In my dreams,
I can never obey the impulse
To hold her in my arms
And kiss her lips.
All that remains in front of me is
Her fading silhouette waving goodbye.


Bibek Adhikari




Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-08-02 at 07:19

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2017-09-04


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This is beautiful in every way.
2017-08-20


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is really good Bibek. I love the lines "Every night when the night rubs itself Against the windowpanes". Heart as a beggar is great too. This one's a winner :)
2017-08-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is subtle and fine writing. You're truly developing a strong poetic voice. Well done.

Just to remind your readers, English is your second language.
2017-08-02


Christopher Fernie
Dear Bibek,

This a very moving (unrequited) love poem which deserves a sequel... a happy one, I hope.

Cheers,

Chris
2017-08-02


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Bibek, a sad, work, on the parting of the ways, yet, the loves will again say helow, to each other in time to come again.
Ken
2017-08-02