She came with a lot of simplicity,
Leaving her ego and tranquillity.
She was aware of her doing,
And just wanted to see her loving.
Most of her hair was coloured,
In between the grey bun towered.
She tried her best to laugh,
Here and there with a bit of cough.
She had many pages to ask,
More and more to answer.
But very few stories were spilled,
And not a drop of emotion was killed.
Maybe, a lot I learnt,
From that hour after a year I earned.
That the torture and departure,
Had its reasons for the seasons.
But the love remained intact,
For we are still in an eternal contract.
Dedicated to my love Mystery Girl
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 10/04/2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned poem. Simply wonderful.....10+++