Music band still plays and hold good as part of procession
Everybody prefer their presence in the opening up of session
They are still good at playing old music with famous tunes
It is general belief that good beginning brings the fortune
I heard from distance lovely music of band
May be they were the people dancing in marriage of friend
It approached the street blaring tunes from the far end
Wife was near and caught me mildly with the hold of hand
We both were happy and slipped in to old memory
it was cause of great concern at that time and matter of worry
I had happily consented and agreed to marry
Promised all the way to adhere to the responsibility and carry
The days Passed off easily like water flow
So peaceful, calm and quiet with maturity to grow
No worry, tension but ready to accept natural blow
Growth was fast but I kept pace little slow
She had never become so emotional
Held my hand with grip and intentional
She wanted to say thanks with little sparkle
Her grace was unique and very remarkable
Do you have anything specific in mind?
Do you want me something to find?
“No” came an answer from her with little tears
Separation at any time was cause of worry with fears
why are you thinking on those irrelevant matter?
Are you not well and feeling better? I asked
“I think but on different lines” was her answer
I have no clue but to offer suggestions fewer
What if, you and I are separated never?
Do you think it can happen in our life ever?
How one can or may get along in world?
Relation with all may freeze and get cold
This sudden Volvo from her sent shiver in spine
First time I felt it may prove true and she was not going to be mine
Was her indication real for sudden departure?
Was the fear for future was unwarranted and immature?
I failed to catch nerves and grasp her real intention
never before she has made any such mention
this proved as something new and bolt from the blue
I wondered and tried to know but found no clue
It gifted me many sleepless nights
was she correct in her own way and right?
I wondered but soon felt warmth in her hand
Music was dying away with passing of band
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.