She Didn't Let Him Be

it's not that
her soul didn't cry for him;
every time she reached out,
she'd touch his soul,
it's not that she wasn't aware
how he'd touch her soul,
but, she wouldn't let him be

it's not that
she was not kind;
whenever she was,
she'd go miles to spring a surprise,
at the very instant, he'd hoped,
but had the least expected,
it's not that she wasn't aware
what lengths he would go
to carve a smile on her,
but she wouldn't let him be

it's not that
she'd forgotten to touch him,
to gently touch his heart,
if anyone ever missed and prayed,
it certainly was she -
an ocean of tenderness,
a sky of hope,
it's not like
she doesn't miss
being soaked in his thoughts,
but she wouldn't let that be

it's not that
she didn't tear up,
or, pray for him,
nor that, she didn't know
how the gods changed plans
upon his prayers,
but lest she is indebted,
she'd never let him be

it's not that
she couldn't see
how broken he was;
she was shaken and moved,
and she even promised to be with him,
but lest she should melt again,
she'd never let that be

it's not that
she didn't feel
how deep, his warmth,
the ones that he penned down,
and the ones for which her tears oozed,
but she held them tight to her chest,
never to open up,
she even offered 
to be nestled in his heart,
but in life,
she wouldn't let that be

it's not that
she wasn't moved
by his love:
in fact,
their dreams never ceased to be,
but lest the gods bless his prayers,
even to be perched in his prayers,
and dreams,
she wouldn't let him be




© sashikant mohanty