GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 115

The day when you glanced at me Blankly, without any emotion Your steely resolve To uproot the sacred tree Took precedence over the pain Of my suffering soul. The day when the spiralled stairway Was dismantled and shattered Breaking all the routes to the sky Your heartless eyes Stood looking at the debris Stunned me into a stone. Like a poisoned soul Whose lights were dimmed Gradually, a bit by bit The desire died Never to live again To paint a new rainbow in the sky. 115