She Misses Him

It isn't long since he last kissed her.
It is just yesterday when their arms locked.
She was quite difficult to please,
But he was no less to become the key,
To unlock her heart.

They met, they hugged, they loved each other.
Within days he became someone more than a stranger.
He was the one with whom she planned to spend her life,
She believed that only he could,
Satisfy her love.

Slowly and slowly their love became stronger,
And they wished to unite and couldn't wait any longer.
She also felt that no one can be as perfect as him,
With him she stayed happy every moment,
He fought all her troubles.

She was like the bud and he was the sepal,
Her belief was that with them nothing wrong can ever happen.
She was so wrong at deciding his future,
Though he never faced any serious torture,
But died in an accident.
Within fractions of nanoseconds his life came to an end.

She was told of his death the very next moment.
She rushed to that spot where his dead body had lain,
She stared at him in the hope he would get up,
But again, her expectations were in vain.
He was still.

She touched him, juddered him, kissed him,
But nothing could awaken him.
He appeared to lie in the deepest slumber,
Motionless and surrounded with blood,
How could he recover?

After seeing her love lying with patience,
She got up and left the place.
Thousands of thoughts were revolving in her mind,
Asking her questions about her love,
Which she had find -

Lying by the road, blood oozing from him,
She looked at the heaven with a grin.
And then again at him,
In the hope he will get up again,
And kiss her lips.

She reached her home back,
Quiet normally as everyday.
But that day was no more gay,
She sat by the window and looked out,
Puzzled and confused.

She started laughing and then she cried,
She herself wiped her tears and began to smile.
She became jaunty and then torn,
She appeared mad and confused,
She thought about him.

She changed her clothes and went to bed,
But got up again with eyes red.
She roared, she cried -
After realizing her man had really died.
And he would never come back.

She banged her head with the wall,
And under unconsciousness started to fall.
She rested on the floor that night.
She was still until the next day,
When the sun shone bright.

She dressed up as a bride,
She wore an overflowing white gown.
It was a special day, the calendar showed.
She was getting engaged by the evening,
With that guy she saw lying on the road.

She rushed to the Church and waited,
Her man would also come dressed like a prince.
Finally she felt, they would unite
And by the next fortnight,
She would be his wife.

She waited till midnight and then left,
Nobody came to attend her engagement.
She was totally bereft.
She decided to go to the hospital,
To take her love back.

The doctors guided her to the morgue,
Which chilled with artificial fog.
There her man lay covered in white,
She gazed at him again,
But this time her tears, even she could not wipe.

She lost her stability and cried on top of her voice,
She hugged the dead-body again and again,
The doctors had to drag her away from him,
Her madness was over the brim.

She was sent to a mental asylum,
Where she regained her original self.
So much pain had deprived her,
From ever laughing again.

Every night she asks God from her room,
Why did he do that to her?
What was the fault of her love,
That ultimately he had to leave this world.

It has been years now,
But she is still the same.
She can never improve her condition,
As she misses him.

With his death even her life had died,
She only existed without spirit.
From morning till the night,

She often stared out of the window with the doubt
That he is still alive and she could see him,
Moving somewhere in the crowd.