After fifteen long days,
When they came face to face,
His heart was beating million drums,
And the whistle from it played on the ear's cord,
Like music of the choiring spheres.
A red rose which blossomed in her heart,
Started sprinkling the fragrance from eyes,
And her white face turned to rosy looks,
They both were on special duty- Covid-19.
He was a Policeman and she the Nurse
From the road of death,
They were again together,
The triumph was clearly visible,
Though the body and mind,
went through several turbulence.
Both were waiting for their RT-PCR report.
Even when life being kind enough to reward this meeting,
The fate secretly held something close to the chest,
The chirping of the birds, the jump of the frog,
The sound of the bells, rustling of the leaves,
The flute from far valley and the passing by train,
The glass door between them separated warm touch,
And the eye was engaged in talking.
A beautiful poem of love. Very engaging and well crafted.
Yes, we need something to cheer up and I hope this series will end on positive notes.
Beautiful love story of Covid times. Thanks a lot Asim ji. Looking forward to read more. Top stars
Contd...part 3..Probably people lie in unconscious states there.... something like that...but i can consider eyes talking because even unconscious people can see, hear and understand. Very good effort.
Contd...part 2 Since both male and female together so probably they are in ICU...pretty serious state...i think battling with COVID there is very difficult.
Sir this is a very good composition locking the true essence of love. I loved and enjoyed it. But still i want to point some things. Contd....
For Cov-19, lockdown is effective in everywhere but love does not know what the lockdown is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
FIVE STAR COULD ME MORE....YOUR MAN poetry is such a delight I CAN NEVER even for amoment stay away from your sight you are a poetic delight i live in your shadow call li lime light sublime and your poeming is embellishing keep flying the world will you and is EYEING...