16 JUL 2018 AT 3:23

The night

In the quiet of the night,--
Deep and dark; a moonless sky
Sprinkled with blinking stars,
She spends her first lonely night.
To give her company, a fighter jet flies by.

She takes out her treasure trove
From nostalgic grove;
In deep embrace she holds,
With ever-increasing love
And diminishing hope.

Tears well up in her eyes,
Get mixed up with his last smiling bye.
Liquid pearls turn into shimmering stones,
Adding precious gems to her memory's store.
She wears his diamond ring in hope.

And just then the siren roars,
The night explodes in brilliant gore.

- Ratna Guha