Poem -

Lost to a darling in Italy


Lost to a darling in Italy

I would rather your talk,
Vicious like the tongue of the taxi driver we took to the markets of Delhi,
I would rather your hatred,
Passionate like the lovers kiss on a Parisienne walkway,

But I cannot see you anymore,
You cease to show your existence in our world,
The exchange of an oscitant glance,
Our anonymity as fluent as the first time we met,

My love, your loathing is favoured over your indifference,
Our bond is vacant and you don’t care to find the thieves who stole it,
I have lost you to a darling in Italy,
And you are leaving tomorrow