The Blot in your Beauty

I never felt as bemused as I felt that day,
When you called me up but had nothing to say.
You replied to my warm 'hello' with a feeble tone,
That was filled with those tears which had made you lone.

I had never heard you cry before, in that tragic tone sounding so sore.
I felt helpless and desired to salve your grief by a lilt,
But that didn't help and I was locked up in the utmost guilt.

Your trembling voice spoke to me in a pitch of dismay,
It devoured those words which I wanted to say.
I stood still listening to you while my eyes gazed the holy Faun,
With whose blessings all your pains would be immediately gone.

This is one of the experiences of my aimless life and barren love,
That bruised my confidence and poured loneliness into my nerves.
That love of my life had kissed me with betrayal,
And fled with the one she loved against the harsh gale.

They had been living with the strongest affection after she broke my heart,
And only their tender love was left for me to dart.
The way they loved each other was, for me, like the worst tempest,
As my heart only pumped blood to stain our sweet love, I confess.

It had been a year since I was left to wander fetching the broken parts of my soul,
Which was burst into tiny pieces when she left me because of that vermint.
My existence and my smiles of ecstasy were also missing on the whole,
When her departure pushed me into this world of loneliness and grim.

She pulled me out of this world when she had called up that day,
Though she talked with me in a tone which wasn't gay.
She hadn't called me up to express that she had realized that she loves only me,
But to say that a misunderstanding strained him and her, and nowhere she could find glee.

I listened calmly to all her narration,
She spoke all her grief out despite of some hesitation.
And then she was blinded by some tears in her eyes,
After she expressed to me some truths after many lies.

I said to myself, 'O girl, if you had been with me,
I would have never allowed you to cry.
But it was your choice; you chose your love wrong,
And I was left to my fate that requested me to die.
Now why do you ask help from someone whom you never valued?
Inspite you know that with me you only behaved rude.
I'm sure that you even knew that I had loved you so much,
Even then you paralysed me without gifting me any crutch!'

But I had a soft-corner for her even when I knew she had never done anything sane for me,
And her condition ordered me to wipe her tears with my affection so that she could see.
She listened to each and every word I spoke in order to reduce the bitterness of her faith's curd,
And she was so satisfied and pleased with those last lines which I had uttered!

'Remember, he cannot afford to lose a gem like you ever,
Even if you leave him and go, his love for you in any case will not deter.
You are the most beautiful belonging which he can flaunt wherever he goes,
He is merely a thorned stalk but when you are there, it becomes a rose.
And whenever you feel there is something which you want to tell me,
I'm always there to assist you as making your smiles wider is my duty.
Don't get upset on such little things and cry on it until when I'm alive,
Because these tears are indeed a blot in your beauty!'