Basudhara Roy
There’s an ache
in the heart tonight.
A promise left
without a forwarding address.
Some meaning, evacuating hope,
filled into silences.
From between these pages of verse,
did the rose feel unwanted and slip away?
The last train throbs upon these rails.
It does not know it is the last.
In dreams, the rails arrive as parabolas
undoing the need to part.
An ache snuggles into the heart tonight,
assertive as a cat.
It will bleach the heart tonight,
let’s leave it at that.