Years ago a beautiful girl in her late twenties,
Was sitting on the grass at a lovely sight,
With a handsome youth in his early thirties,
She was Miss Right with her Mr. Right,
Both were talking on the topics unconcerned,
No talks of wedding and awaited night,
While leaving the garden Miss right just turned,
Pushed down his face and kissed Mr. Right.
Then bloodshed forced the couple to migrate,
Beard of the youth was completely white,
They came back in the garden so late,
He turned, embraced and kissed Miss Right.
They had come for a visit of holy places,
Tears washed her eyes, once again so bright,
Could the time go back with the lost graces!
Pilgrimage of Miss and Mr. Right!
You have an amazing power to bring back the past and paint it so vividly. We who were too little to know the pain that was caused by division of country see it now here and there in bits and pieces. Your poems always take me there what once was yours and mine is no more there. Thank you for sharing.
If Mr. Right and Miss Right are meant for each other, would they go to the ends of the earth, to save their love, make right for each other, repent and save the lost graces? A great thought provoking poem. Enjoyed it.
bloodshed forced the couple to migrate, .....................a realistic poem for many................nice
Yester agony the pain of division the wall broken..flood blood and tears a broken mirror with many images thanks for the write such poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A garden or a public park is often the rendezvous for lovers to meet and talk! Unfortunately this lovers had to part ways and their meeting after several years is emotion packed.....! Enjoyed! How come, I too have written a poem on a similar story which I shall be posting soon! Great minds think alike....!