Ego

Late at night
Remembering the fight
I missed you lot
But the wound won't clot.

The world seemed sad
Stomach ached bad
Like child I cried
By memories so bright.

Two days ago
There was no ego
We talked and laughed
Giggled and walked.

But now, I'm on pillow
With your picture below
Words stinging ears
Mind full of several fears.

You walked away
Far from my way
But I still want you
To find your stupid clue.

Mom had helped you
Packed your things with you too
Dad had brought the car
And now you are so far.

Seeing your flight
I forgot our fight
But the ego bounded
Due to which I did not responded
To your waving hands,

And now there is no hands for tying
My hand made rakhi bands...

-- Raj Nandani