THE
DIVORCE
P. RAJA
Hand in hand, for years together
We wandered in love,
for love was new to US.
Trees surviving generations of men,
resting boats on the restless shore
and the dark corners under the lonely sky
still speak of our timeless love.
The letters exchanged
–once filed, now bundled aside–
still passionate and sensuous
aspire to make us a legend.
Oh! There we should have stopped.
We should have stopped there.
This marriage and the marital ties
With their burdens untold
curtain lectures and the bossy stance
petit quarrels and the domestic wars
have ruined, wrecked our peace,
Turning the fact of our letters
only a dream.
Ah! I would like to burn our bundles
and open a big file afresh.