Cloak of Solitude

When her eyes are blank and cold
When there are no ripples of warmth
When they are like a frozen brook in a new moon night
When they look at me still perceive no image

When the darling shy dews are missing
When I keep searching for the sparks of her soul
When her lips forget to make curves
When her smile hides in serious thoughts
When her love falls in a lonely meditation
My Heart again fights with me
My Mind again starts missing me
My Soul again wears the cloak of solitude.

Originally published  
in the Modern Literature Magazine,
based in Chennai,India,
on 12th November 2021.
Thank you so much Rajesh Subramanian.

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