It Started From March Poem by abhimanyu kumar.s

Time and talk,
Ride and walk,
Outsider produced,
Everything got reduced.

The story goes like this:
There lived two strangers,
Often Met and things got set,
Smiles, laughs and what not,
Pleasing and peace taught.

Both seemed to be so close,
As the Thorn and the Rose.
Rarely something would happen,
Which World could have taken,
Interesting mystery was prevailing,
Questions about chemistry trolling.

At a pace in the race,
Things paused without a trace.
An alliance with depth,
(a goat, a buffalo and a meow)
Followed them right to left,
And made sure nothing was left.
She is a mystery,
And things even mysterious,
So let the combats grow,
And the world know,
That they are one,
And will remain as one.

Abhimanyu Kumar S

Dedicated to the time
Dated: 14/06/2017