THE LAST NIGHT

The last time on that last night,
The sky was hazy, and the clouds looked dizzy
The thin air stopped as the noise had mobbed
My eyes went red and my heart was cold as ice,
As our long story was about to die.

I looked at our picture and it gave a spark,
I tried holding my tears but it wanted to keep a mark.

A step I took and thought in glee,
He also feels the same for me.

With the night more close , I sung to thee,
The song of my heart with a flee.

However you said your heart had no rhyme,
For my song to bout one single time.

And now our story has come to an end.
Making that night an awe to me from then.

Deboleena Bhattacharjee