The Shawl

On a balcony's corner, of a dim night,
The stars weren't even too bright.
An innocent soul watching the sky,
In the echo of a good bye.

In the memories of a beautiful soul,
Sleepless eyes were open like those of a subtle owl.
Remembering the winter cuddles,
For a new start, they were the hurdles.

Cooler the night got,
The shawl he brought
Still had the scents of his love,
Her beauty was of a dove.

Going through the memories, he knew he will fall,
Still picking up his phone, he made a call.
The call gone unanswered,
Wrapping the shawl he sat again,
And for the rest of the night the winds murmured.

-ROBIN
(Charanjot Singh)