That  late-April time n a shade
the expresisve  face -of yours --and
the time of  flowering mango-s and then
 after covering time-space and   lengthy life
on  departing pyre  of  April -Death
--some other day  ---you came
 to my temple premise of renounced   life .

 That was my  departing  time
a  few  broken  de-linked words
 a few  reminiscence down memory lane
like some piece  of tragic play !

And   I said  ----
'please never come this way, dear
 never smile, any more,  that way too

And   again  you  smiled  the sameway
saying '  good bye' !

Was there some promise,in  your say
or some cynical smile ?