By- Pratibha Gupta
You walked on the
road to my heart
and left.
You made it
lonely and silent.
You made it,
more beautiful to draw
a scenario
for painting exhibition.
You made it,
more fearful to drive on
a highway
under construction.
You made it,
more echoed to hear on
cold evenings
in old mansion.
You made it,
more clear yet not defined
an infinity by infinity condition.
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