The third one in the series. Enjoy :)
Lust
“Years
have
passed-
since
that day
under
the fig
tree.
Our promises
were
countless, your eyes had
shone
with the inferno of
my
heart. Standing on your tiptoes,
you
bit my nose languidly, and smirked.
In
that intoxicated clarity,
we
both knew it would not last forever.
You
were gone next morning, a letter
waited
on my table, your hand-
writing
asking forgiveness.
Life
has moved on, grey hair,
mortgage,
two sons- but
Sucharita,
how
could I
forget
you?”
Copyright © 2016, Tamal Kundu
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