Star-Crossed Lovers
After many cold winters, they met again,
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came to fruition after such long lapse of years.
Once they loved as no lovers could ever
In devotion, never had they faltered, never once failed,
But fate was sadly against this star-crossed pair,
And the young lovers had to part ways in pain.
Once again, the old classmates congregated,
Precisely at the same campus under the same tree
Though years have wrinkled its aged bark,
Still, it bears the indelible mark of a heart pierced by an arrow
To its cover they have been drawn once more
Not to renew their bond or weave fresh dreams,
But just to see and feel once and never more,
For a fleeting second to be in love’s prison bound.
An eloquent silence lingered deep.
The celestial bodies stood in breathless anticipation.
From the sepulchered past, dead worlds awoke.
They knew, separation had only accentuated their love.
Alas! Nothing could their severed lives entwine
Neither a kiss nor an embrace, the shattered years combine
Yet once more they put their arms around.
And for the last time they looked at each other.
Perhaps, they meant this as their last gesture of love,
Hoping its memory would fuel them when weary,
With eyes blurred and moistened with tears,
And billows of emotion rising sky high.
Fearing they would lose their composure,
Abruptly they turned their wan faces away.
Without another word of goodbye,
They walked away into the stillness of the night!
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