Poetry… from Maleka Parveen
Demarcation
Some lines are drawn;
The moment is defined.
Truth with transparency
Stands stark before you. You can't cross the lines
That much easy as it appears. Demarcation is definite;
Rights are restricted.
Do think well while
Taking the next leap. Unconscious, it can prove
Fatal without fail for you.
***If it were not you---
That time it wasNot to be the last good bye
We bade each other. We're destined to meet
Once again in a peculiar
Ambience eleven years later. You stumbled on my foot
In the jam-packed metro,
Getting on a running train. I bellowed a bad name,
A dirty word at you,
Abashed, at once. What if it were not you?
Rather someone else nameless
Who could easily ignore me? No, that was not to be . . .
You looked back regretfully,
Pleading your apologies.
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