Have an affair – poetnilavronill

Nothing was a magical ritual
In between her and me
We had difference of opinions
We were both impatient

I was waiting in my corner
But she wasn’t eager to see
Me knocking at her door
I too remain stubborn 

I used to defend myself
Talking in front of my mirror
Didn’t know much about
Her routine, or her motives

Sometimes at midnight
I could smell her fragrance
Sometimes deep into my sleep
I saw her standing beside

Waking down the street
I knew, someone watching
My steps, it was so pleasant
To feel her shadows behind

I was too obsessed with her
It was just impossible to live
Alone, in seclusion, in peace
Without feeling her besides…

23rd October 2022
©NilavroNill

Nilavro Nill Shoovro

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