The Anonymous (Vol.4) - Poem by Az' Versifier
One rain, one night I was returning back,
Seeing a lady I was taken aback,
Only a dark face not visual to self,
Asking every passer-vehicle to help.
Listened by no-one when she cried,
Scared from black from herself to ride,
Once in my mind the disgusting came,
"Why should I help an unknown lame? "
But my heart said, what I mentioned,
That still I was in her "unknown relation",
I helped her by vehicle's passer,
Because I had only option unlike the tosser.
Her face is still in my eyes!
Inspite of darkness, rain, and dull light,
Wearing loose blue tunic and a jeans atight,
As she was known to problem and was ready to fight!
I felt heartily glad,
When I memorized a back,
But still in my heart there is a dust-
"Was she really to me an Anonymous? "
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