My New Friend Is Missing

My New Friend Is Missing prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

I met her few days ago
In a beautiful garden
May be a new friend
though face was unknowable, but
as if we were known to each other
from time immemorial
Innocent face, solemn lines on the forehead,
eyes looked like deep blue lake
filled with curiosity
A bizarre silence on pink lips
perhaps she wanted to pour out
many pains and sufferings
dwelling deep into her broken heart
Innocence on face was her beauty
that was expressing her sadness
But heart very fickle, naughty and sweet
I felt many hidden wounds in the heart
her face like glowing moon
shining like stunning sun
I experienced that
her heart seemed as clear as mirror
heart beats medium
every breath cold
her voice crystalline and pure,
suddenly new friend disappeared one day
my curious eyes still
search her face in that garden

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