Poem || THE THROTTLED LOVE || Kunal Roy

 THE THROTTLED LOVE

I met her once,

In a breezy afternoon,

With lustrous lips,

Graceful gait,

Curly -

Brown cascade,

Down her waist!

Elegant!

With a misfortune in store!

Love whispered ,

Enticed the soul,

Inspired the skinny pore -

Felt the fragrance,

Realised the touch -

But in vain!

She was in some other arm,

The delight was stolen,

The love was throttled -

 Bled the soul,

Upon the thorns of earth!

I wanted to die under the starry sky,

An inner voice jerked -

Death should not be the choice!

Yet death was desirable!

The God never responded,

Kept silent,

Kept unperturbed!!