Before Lockdown Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

It was once again the march,
Making him to march,
From the barren months,
To the hopeful months.

Wow was the meeting,
And nature's setting.
He waited for the moment,
And Created love movement.

Thirsty soul got drenched,
By the heavy pouring rain,
And his love feeling raged,
By the pleasure from pain.

It was a sight to capture,
Two souls venture,
One who believed in permanence,
And the other felt meaningless.

No doubt the book is still open,
For the words to enter,
And the chapters to be printed,
Too soon till not so soon.

Yet when they met after a year,
Her smile was alive, her lips pink.
He could not speak at first,
Nor did he express till last.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
20/03/2020