But Why?•••

He was in Russia
for some work.
I was in India
to sort the problems.
We were to meet
at Heathrow on Jan 28th.
‘I can’t wait to see you,’
was my last message.
And then I landed,
and didn’t see him there.
Days passed,
I texted. I called.
When modern technology failed,
I faxed, I posted mails.
Winter left. Summer came.
I never saw him ever again
until a day I walked past Cold Stone,
and saw him surrounded by
happy friends.
While stirring the coffee,
he laughed at some joke.
And there I knew,
consciously people leave.
Stabbed in my heart,
I still seek the answer,
between Moscow and London
what took me out of his heart?


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