What Went Wrong

(A Lamentation for March 17: “The 1st Birthday”)

The sun marked its spot
On the Eastern Zone
Bright Vermillion
As usual,
The Rose shined and swelled
In the soft breeze,
The humming of bees
Sang to the ear,
The cuckoo cried
Lonely searching cry
Through out the day
Behind the curtain of leaves
As usual—

All went casual,
But we,
Looked at the eyes
Of one another
Over a mist of unconscious
Unmet desire,
And in the pathos of night
Separated lonely to think
What went wrong
Actually,
That our day,
The one marked with
Lustrous red
Wasted and
Turned to ashes!
The ash of
Dying desires
The debris of
Shattered dreams!

We pined for
Each other
All the day
To steal away with
A few moments together,
And now
Waiting by the heaps of
Sharp broken pieces
We succumb silent
And think
What went wrong
Actually,
This pious morn!
That we conclude in utter destruction!