Story Of Love Untitled
In summer he saw her
And on the first occasion of word
It was wool and winter..
In between those disappeared months
Each day he attended lessons on patience
And observed the occurrence of losing himself
When in his savings he felt enough
are faith and strength,
one fine unforgettable day as noon was on a go
he stood touching her shadow and declared to her
that his name is lover….
and asked wasn't lovely name of her?
With a not usual smile she veiled her surprise
and under those black beauty of her eyes
she calmed her amazement that tried to rise..
Silence used to be his nature and
with the purpose of turning wise
he used to sleep early and early rise
Now addicted to twinkling stars
with insomnia he shared his nights
and talked his curly thoughts unceasingly to moonlight.
The atheist within started chanting prayers,
And tagged inside him the belief that his god has come to light..
Thereafter days they walked on their own track
On some of his blessed moments they met and a few words were exchanged
He used to praise her gleam with radiance that he could not hide,
A less colored smile her pink lips would reply, , .
She talked her words and he heard them poems
He sang his poems and behind made smiles hid her ignorance
Way was it though he believed, understood and used to know
Women behave on days of intro! !
Thus he caressed the wound that had silently started to grow…….
Days passed and so did she
He had lost himself almost completely! !
His wakeful hours were even dreamy and hummed he
songs such as these on his moments lonely
'had she given a little more freedom to her hair,
Somebody would have got happily arrested forever,
Had she opened those spaces between her fingers,
Company would not have been for somebody a distant dream,
Unfulfilled still…'
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poem by Aman Saa
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