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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