by Divya Singh (15)
St Anthony’s Junior College, Agra
The path was known,
And the canvasses of the shops were still torn.
I could feel the warmth of your hands and the smell of your scent,
Because today was the day we had met.
I could hear the sound of our mismatched steps,
And your laughter that killed me in my heart in which you were there.
I could feel the touch of your shoulder
As you slowly drew me towards you closer in the night,
And your breath when your lips came closer to mine…
But when I opened my eyes,
I saw a blank street,
That had once encountered me and you kiss
Waiting for us to walk on it again.
But this time I am all alone and unable to fetch your memories.
All alone in the street I walk with the hope,
To see you waiting for me as you did before.
But now, my love, even my hopes are giving way,
For it’s been a year since I’ve been standing here each day.
I believe that my waiting will not be in vain,
As my heart says that we shall walk in the street
This poem has been published in the December 2015 issue of The Teenager Today.