A man stands alone

A gloomy evening at the bus stop
He saw his best friend’s wife was seated in the bus
And he just waved but could not get in.
The last bus came
And he saw his best friend
After a long time,
Who was going home?
He promised him to meet on a Sunday
And he confessed to himself
Thinking of his friend’s wife.
His tears joined the drizzle
Which has turned to heavy rains?
And he drowned in the flood water.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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