That Night On The River-Side Poem by Abhimanyu Singh Arha

The man stood like a plank
in the biting frost
with one hand on the railing
along the lonely boulevard.
That same man
his weak heart,
pulsating with a promise of that girl.
With every passing moment
his breath would falter
yet he stood like a plank
smothered in his coat
He was left with no money
and had no belongings
his only gathering,
streams of tears.
He stared at the cold river
flowing beyond the railing
But just as he was about to collapse
two strong hands
and a breast
embraced him from behind
his hat fell over the railing
his blood began to flow
The girl had now
become a woman