Apology

Apology

Do my silent prayers ever reach up to God.

Or maybe, somewhere halfway,

Time slashes it with it's sword.

What irony exists in the quarantine of Love.

Love is all humility

Wears a smile and sits right above

Dont leave me alone for even a mile.

The distance freedom travels 

Can also be called an exile.

Your supposition is the end of my story.

I wished upon your fallen eye lash

Forgive me, I'm sorry.

Sayan Chakravarty

9th February, 2004