Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Confession 4

Nothing else that I could write
About your kohl draped eyes
And the smile that fluttered
On your lips;
They've left paw marks
On mine, years ago.
Nothing else remains
To earn or to lose,
For what was gone
Was gone for good;
And all that remained
Were your paw marks on me.

©Chandrajit Mitra