POEM

               Ryssa Bhatacharya

Gone with the wind

You, the inhabitant of Hind

Left me at the prime time

Though I hadn’t committed any crime

Wanted you to chat with me

But locked with the key

Your talks for me

I waited and waited for you

Though the minutes were few

You melted like dew

I waited of no avail

My attempts did fail

Searched like a mad male

But you left me to wail

If possible contact me

I want you to see

How much I miss thee.