The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 03, Feb 2017 | Page 18
Love Story ( Part 1 )
The streets lay wet , The trees dancing to the breeze , People shivered and looked up to the sky , As if a cue for the rain which shall arrive …
Hopeless , as if they said , For they knew there was no such a kind ,
Who would come for this thought-lost man , And they went on trying to ask the rain , To pause for their only living friend …
But there the man , Quite absorbed in his own thoughts , Hummed to himself a tune , As if singing for his bride ; To soon turn him complete and alive …
The statue and the trees , Said to him “ Oh man ! The rain , It won ’ t stop for you , please go , Or return home drenched in cold water , And the sneezes which accompany later ”...
“ So kind of you ” says he , “ But I am waiting for my bride , Oh dear tree , I hope she will come soon , For I expect her before noon ”...
The lover still sits there ,
To the wet bench he adheres , Hums a tune to his unknown bride , “ Come soon … And add a little life ..”