She was sinking badly
The train started slowly.
Her hands were holding mine.
She can’t stop herself from cries,
And tears rolled down from my cheeks.
God! Why this turn comes to life?
The train was at pace,
She gave me a little golden packed box,
With red ribbon fasting it.
I accepted it and her hand finally left me...
I cried sitting next to door.
Can’t see her anymore.
I simply opened the box and saw,
My shirt, missing from last ten years.
I smiled and hugged the shirt,
As it was more of hers.
-Swati Shobha Sevlani
