cremation

as if we're burning red 
like we're sitting beside
the pyre on the cremation ground. 

she asks, 
"when did i hurt you the first time? 
i remember extra thorns
over my deformed body did that. 
when you hugged me the first time
and tried to lessen their sharpness 
by clutching them straight into your body? "

she adds further, 
"when did i hurt the second time? 
i remember my hesitation did that. 
when we were meant to collect 
pearls of trust and make the string
but my impudence broke that string
and our happenings of honest talks? "

he keeps listening. 

she calmly repeats,
"when did i hurt you the third time? 
i remember my thrawt teen manners did that. 
holding hands, eyes mingled, 
walking romantically on the street, 
but out of nowhere a fight broke out 
before you could translate anything
and i cursed you to never show your face? "

he says, never honey. 

she finally asks crying, 
"when did i make you feel loved the most? 
i guess this burning pyre knows no distinction
between her flames and the life i gave youu.. 
he stops her in between and kisses her. 
she could see him fading away 
on that night on the cremation ground.
she asked whatever she could, 
he replied with the light she filled in his life. 

cremation ground realized the depth
of togetherness that night and 
pledged never to make them apart. 

- chetna 🌻






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  1. प्यारी लव स्टोरी है 💓

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