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..”