He arrived
Like the first ray of a spring morning’s sun
Quiet yet ambitious
Hoping to light the world
He did hers – with his brilliant thoughts
He – the unaware genius
He made his way into her life
Like the fresh drops of a monsoon shower
Seasonal yet persistent
Quenching the thirst of a parched earth
He revived her life – with his constant company
He – the unwilling saviour
He warned of his departure
Like autumn’s shedding leaves
Slow yet certain
A reminder of empty days and lonely nights
He unravelled her hopes, undid the good
He – the heartless angel
And, now like the cool winds of winter
He moves noiselessly, stealing warmth
His icy coolness leaves her tears frozen
And she is stranded on the verge, the brink
Wanting desperately to summon emotion but unable
He – the unlikely friend
But, he will stay
Like the distant star in the velvet night sky
Aloof yet brightly shining
A glimmer of hope for a weary traveller
He – the reluctant memory
thats an awesome good poem...like disclosing who is the actual hero in the end...good idea
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