Happenstance

Prafulla Panda, India In fact, it's but a happenstance when I stop at the temple gate to feel the same vernal air that too blew once there long before then I was not alone as of now I was there with you, my dear and stood together away from the crowd then thunderous was our love, so loud still I find the same crowd roaring loud but now you don't raise your head only within memory's length and breadth here, suffocated I feel- woefully I lose my breath under the temperate bower of the Spring I feel the chill- sans joys, now I'm a paltry thing. .