Changes, the part of life

STORY OF A SUMMER EVE

I wandered all over,

At last,

Wait you near ‘Sculpture Park’

To have a glimpse

Of your personality,

And,

 Felt your emotion in the summer eve.

So many thoughts

With different images were

Floating in my mind

To know you.

Around me

Young mass was

 Chirping and talking

Like groups of different bird;

I was slowly entering

Into my lost time,

When I was just like you,

 A young fluttering butterfly,

Having a vision

To achieve my dream,

We had never met before;

But,

Look, I recognized you,

From the curve of the path

When you appeared

Like a small dot

In your black t-shirt

 With

Matching jeans.

We talked a lot

Like old bosom friend;

 Time passed,

Somebody painted

Black shade

Over the colorful eve sky;

I felt,

I should return back,

However, so many stories were there to talk,

So many questions were there,

 To be solved by the moments.

A strange solitary breeze

Marked our friendship

With special fragrance

What I felt

Eternal,

 and solid.

I bade bye

With a promise to meet again,

You turned and walked slowly

To touch your time,

With a heavy heart

I went to your opposite direction;

Summer eve was smiling

To write a poem of the event

Over the soft perfumed petals

Of just bloomed marigold

In our universe.

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