LOVE Poem: Greener Pastures, by Somdeep Datta

Miles away from you and the shade of pines,
Memories painted by a brush dipped in the lilac skies,
Intoxicated with stars, we had shared drops of wine.

Souls and hearts, like fingers, intertwined.
I can’t fathom what separates us- time or the miles?
It must have been love that just wasn’t destined.

Miles away from protecting your smile so benign,
Old dreams still linger where an obscure carcass lies,
Follow the faint echoes, if you shall care to find.

And if you do, bury it under stars which shine.
Lend it a little light from your sweetest smile,
Lay it underneath stars less faulty than mine.

A place we both know, a design in our mind.
That memorable meadow, the greenest mile,
Should you falter, your heart still knows the signs.

On my tombstone, etch words of the final goodbye-
“The pastures, as green as my promises are”,
Inscribe them with love and not a scalpel of lies,
And that shall be a closure for my demise.