FINDINGS

You Are not there,
But These Roads, lanes and Parks still exist,

I smile at others sitting on the Bench,
where, we used to swear in the name of love,

Keeping my head on your Shoulders I used to forget the world. 

Today, the others also do the same silly Things, 
Taking each other’s hand.

They Take the untruthful, Sacred vows of  love

Unaware that I, their future, is watching them;

Laughing at their Naivety
Basking in the Sun of Disloyality.