Mask

I Couldn't retrive the night last time
when I had breathed a little of you.
And now, I am just a denuded sky;
an abandoned crotchet of love.
The rain soaked land
that disvows your presence
stumbles to the virile darkness here.

There after,
the wings of your fragnance
are bruised by the thorns of infidelity.

And you blame the mask I wear!

Dear, it wraps up the ire of losing you
a million times after having you once..

V@@S..

P:S- Translated from a poem written in my first language in 13 Aug, 2001