slowly would wake up
keeping aside the lazy pillow
a sigh for another empty day
without you it feels very low

the paean of autumn leaves
which your lips hummed
turned to a drowned fantasy
rustle no longer can be heard

the camera of the winking stars
captured our togetherness in nights
worn-out, sympathetically they look
your balmy calmness now out of sight

the cool fresh air soon will blow
hope which stayed will again glow
dancing feet will find a new music
lady, you would look lovely in the new tunic

@ Kritika