Evening Lights in the Valley

Sitting on the wrought iron bench,
That was half wet due to the mist,
And a dry throat;
We sat in silence watching the valley across,
With no words to say;
But a lot to share that we already knew.
We may not meet for a long time now,
There would be times with no conversation,
Our shoulders were touching,
With arms locked across our chests,
We knew nothing could postpone;
Our destined separation.
We had spent moments, days & years
Laughing off the imminent,
Assuming the day will pass off,
Just as grey shadows of clouds,
Were floating down away from the parched mountains;
Pushed by the setting sun.
We were aware long back,
And yet stayed ignorant,
Till the moment had arrived.
Clenching the rusted handlebar of the bench,
That was slipping away from my sweaty palm,
As time was slipping past between us.
We knew we would never be able to bid goodbye,
So we just got up silently and walked back,
As foggy eyes blinked,
To the evening lights in the valley.

– Kanishka Mallick (1996 Batch)

This poem was shared by Kanishka Mallick on March 28, 2018.


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