Stirred

In the tram saw her
Every morning
Longing for her
A few smiles made
Work day easy
Waiting for next dawn.

That humid sticky day
All broken up
She took my hands
Said take me, never let me go.

I talked my thawed heart out
Melting, pouring, sweeping
Dancing, singing, till dusk
When he came
Said he was sorry
They shouted, quarrelled, settled
And left
Leaving me alone
Fighting tears.

                                                                             ...... Ramakant Pande