True Love... Poem by Randhir kaur

Siting in a cab he met
her, she gave a squint
look, his eyes were
fixed for a while...
There cums a road
with a cleave and
both strutted...
He daub her
image, while his
cheeks bedew with
tears...
Providentially he met
her again in a grocery
shop, she gave a
squint look, refuse to
give a 2nd glance...
There cums her
comrades n both
strolled away...
He daub her
image, while his
cheeks bedew with
tears...
They happen to
meet accidentially
most of d times on d
same way..(Months
later) ......
She was\'nt a
spinster anymre, but
a spouse..
Destine to a grim
fate, was woebegone
n vexed, hitched
up, with d sudden
realization that there
was\'nt love n
realiance..
Feeling forlorn, went
out walking on d
street, not knowing
where...
Just den a house
prepossessed her
heart, she peeped
inside, was a
beautifull garden, she
entered slowly n
stood still with d
beauty...
With d harsh
wind, the door of d
house slammed...
Took her steps inside
slowly, there was
none...
But bolt frm d
blue, she went
near, peered it vry
closely n was left
boogle...
It was dos images
hanging on d wall
which he painted
sme months ere...
He heard d footsteps
n was startled to
see his love...
She turned n smirked
at him n said, 'There's
no difference in all
these pictures bcz I
can see a teardrop in
ur every single piece
of art, many may
regard these pictures
to b very rough, but I
say it a Masterpiece'..
She came
forward, holded his
hand n spoke, 'Your
tear means d anguish
of ur silence.If u cant
speak I am ready to
b ur words..I LØVE
YØU'..