Fleeting Hours Flee to ‘No – Man’s – Land’
I said to her “Today is ‘the day’; tomorrow may not come”. “In days gone by they would look to have all that ‘yet – to be – had’ at any next day break”.
She still preferred any other day to that very day.
I said to her yet once more “Look, my sweet heart, today is longer than any day past and surer too than any day to come”.
Gosh! She grew more rigid and nodded a firmer ‘No’.
Lost my temper and lashed out to her “Hey, listen, the day you are turning down will truly die;
Promise me for once and ever that later neither you’ll mourn nor will you cry.”
Perhaps, she too did say in her solemn silence “Marry! How could I utter my utter helplessness!
Should I give up my chastity in such an indecent way; I’ll be disowned from His holy benevolence.”
She did little, thought a lot and her ‘tomorrow’ thus never came.
How I wish now with all my heart
together had then a good weep!
the last cuddle, a gleaming burst
before the final and eternal grief.
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