LOST OPPORTUNITY

POEM

Enroute to the city

it was the first time

he was meeting

her after their divorce.

Time went on

like snail’s pace 

without both of them

talking to each other

though they looked

asquint every now and then

suggesting their desire to talk to each other.

As always it was he

who broke the silence.

‘After we got separated

we are meeting the

first time.

Let’s share

our days in between’- curiosity overpowered him

she kept mum occasionally

smiling to the outside

world without answering.

‘What about you? –

she looked askance at him

without shedding the mocking smile.

‘I got married last year’-

he answered hanging his head.

he couldn’t face her

for a few minutes.

‘I remain unmarried

uptill now and don’t

want to have another

marital relationship not because

I loved you so much

but because I have to

look after our children’

-she cast that smiling

glance though with pain.

 He tried to recall the

faces of their children

the two pretty blooms

and remained silent for

a few minutes.

The feeling of guilt

was something he couldn’t bear.

Until they parted

bidding goodbye

they couldn’t talk to

each other and

stepping down the train

moved in opposite directions. 

Even in their life

together they were poles apart.

He was literally weeping  on recalling

the faces of their children

and earnestly yearned for seeing

them once in a while.

To his shock he couldn’t

ask her where she and

her children were

pulling their days together.

The lost opportunity was unlikely

to return again….

which would torment him

throughout his life….