A Lady And The Whispers Poem by Afzal Juneja

A man walks with smile for his scars,
And misery for his soul,
The guard in the yellow armor whispers,
While lady in the dark howl.

Every dawn he climb the same wall,
To hunt, stories to be told,
But ends up following the same lady,
To seek a shop, where his regrets can be sold.

As lady and the guard walks on opposite paths,
Now, the whispers have begun to faint.
And the wall gets taller every day,
So the lady became his best friend.