Winter Walk

*I walk alone down the street

*Thinking of you, wish you could see

*I rub my cold hands to make them warm

*Inhale some air to make myself calm

*The pain is getting heavy in my heart

*Forcing my eyes to start

*Start with the autumn of tears

*With an urge of keeping you near

*The first tear drops on my poetry

*Title shouting ‘when I met my fairy’

*Second one drops on your photograph

*Making me think how many of you I have

*‘Not much photographs’ my collection cries

*‘I have many’ my memory replies

*‘I store the moment when you were on your knees

*When you asked “will you accept me miss?”

*I have the moment when you first kissed

*And when she was finding hard to assist’

*I questioned my memory ‘how can I trust you?’

*When you also store when she said I’ll never see you

*You store the moment when I was helpless

*Trying to explain, clearing up the mess; unsatisfied

*I whisper “There’s a lie in your eyes

*And a truth in my tear”

*I keep walking along the lane

*Feeling cold and crying in pain

-Kartik Tewari