The Last Encounter With Her Friend Poem by Abdulrazak Aralimatti

I also had a last encounter with her friend
At the central bus stand one Sunday morning
I searched for her but she was not among them
Changed were the friends of her friend
I saw her friend and she saw me
I marched forward and when I stopped and turned
She was standing there with her friends
I stared at her and she stared at me for a while
I then took my way with melancholy in my heart
This last encounter of her friend flashes in my mind
Increasing the melancholy of my heart
Whom I loved like a poem
Remained in my life as a gazal