Sudden glimpses flitting through
The dense foliage of the palm trees,
Make me wonder how time flew
And left you drained to the lees.
I saw the obvious change surround you,
Leaving you a poor copy of what you were.
How time took its toll and I view
Your sunshine: now reduced to a blur.
Sometimes, when the rays filter past
The green leaves encircling your heart,
It’s foolish to believe anything will last.
You probably think when to depart
And leave the unsolved puzzles behind.
The bitterness and the disillusion in your eyes,
The nostalgia playing on your eclipsed mind.
As the drooping palm heaves and sighs,
The sights and sounds flash in and out,
The horizontal lines crisscross;
Much like your forehead wrinkled in doubt,
While the palm murmurs its sense of loss.
© Jaspreet Mann