Grief

You were in a grieving stupor

In mind’s eye see did I feel your pang

Everyone was busy, abuzz on the street

Hurried motion, galloping steps, brisk

Walked down –

Haze weather, potholes peeped, danger out

On the wheel of journey, strange relation

Foreign feeling to each other, moved side by side

Tier of shops welcomed silence, still, look on us

Chilblain caused scar of shame, slouched out

Hid public fare, sham them pudgy,

The day is sick, unhealed heirs! The road blank

Lay on a lazy room, thought of motormouth

Filled anxiety ate you, I consoled the burns

Not the braiding baby for notoriety

Wishful longing took charge, fixed, fateful

Business deterred us, made dull –

We hardly stood and stared abstruse

Who cared?

We just tiptoed upstairs; stealthily

To find the solace of meet

On the upper corner, left derelict

Found the niche for fulfillment

At least!