A lost soul

I saw her first, sitting in the dark,
Under the lonely sky, in a deserted park
I asked her name and she turned around,
She murmured something with insufficient sound.
I looked at her face and she looked at me,
Oh my god, how lovely was she.
I think, at that instant, I got hypnotized,
By that beautiful lips and those lovely eyes.
By the time I regained my sense,
She was gone, I was left there alone.
Under that lonely sky, in that deserted park,
Where I saw her first, sitting in the dark.

I saw her again, after three years nearly,
I was visiting a hospital, as an orderly.
With lots of vein like pipes around her head,
She was lying there isolated on a hospital bed.
What happened to those lovely eyes & beautiful lips,
Instead, there were two yellow shells & bloodless calyx.
But the thing that again pulled me towards her,
Was softness in her eyes that I had seen when I first met her.
I went near her bed, near her motionless head,
And asked her why she was looking like a dead.
She murmured something with insufficient sound,
Again I failed to hear and I looked around.
Later I found, she was suffering from cancer,
With no hope to live and pain growing denser.
I left her there with her parents to care,
And me with my pain, to find someone to share.

ChatGPT Version

On July 1st 2023, I did a little experiment and fed the above poem to chatGPT and asked it to rephrase it. And here is the result.

Whispers of Enchantment

In the dark I saw her, beneath the night’s shroud,
In a park deserted, where silence was loud.
I dared to inquire, her name to be found,
But her words were a whisper, a barely heard sound.

Her face turned towards me, a vision so rare,
Oh, how lovely she was, beyond compare.
In that moment, I fell under her spell,
Enchanted by lips and eyes, where secrets dwell.

But as I awakened, she vanished from sight,
Leaving me there, alone in the night.
Under the moon’s gaze, in that forsaken place,
Where I first beheld her, with longing and grace.

Years passed like whispers, a silent retreat,
Until fate would guide us, once again, to meet.
In a hospital ward, she lay in despair,
With tubes and pale shells, a visage unfair.

Her eyes, once so vibrant, were now filled with pain,
Her lips, once so tender, held only a stain.
But the softness within them still held its might,
A flicker of the magic from that fateful night.

I drew near her bed, with a heavy heart’s weight,
And asked her why she appeared as a wraith.
Her voice, frail and feeble, attempted to speak,
Yet her words eluded me, soft and weak.

Cancer had seized her, a relentless foe,
Leaving no hope to cling to, just suffering to grow.
I left her in the care of her kin and despair,
Carrying my own burdens, searching for repair.

But her essence remained, etched deep within me,
A connection unbroken, through pain and debris.
I yearned for a soul to share in my plight,
To mend the wounds and embrace the night.

In the tapestry of life, her memory stays,
A reminder of beauty in ephemeral displays.
For in that dark park, ‘neath the sky’s gentle arc,
I glimpsed a love’s spark, forever to mark.