Parting The Ways

Satish Verma

Like wounded tiger, 
going for last innings. 
Like Orpheus listening 
to water, without looking back. 

Will not entrance you 
any more, under the moonscape, 
getting light from 
the nightingale. 

Finding the passage of 
sunrise, I will wait for you 
to come last time- 
for a goodbye. 

Trembling like aspen 
leaf, to steal your aura 
in moonless night, when Milky Way 
will spread the diamonds.