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