Me on a
scooter,Tired but steady,
Was passing
through the market,crowded but quiet.
With Red sun
low on the horizon,and birds flying low,
I was expecting
a rain and a blow.
A sweet glance
and a devious smile,was all I need,
I slowed down
for the charming and beautiful.
With voice
charming,”I want a lift to the railway station?”,was all she
need.
Now,Me and She
on a scooter,Invigorated and convulsive.
Enthralling was
the way with slight intermittent drizzle for the rest of the day,
Crushed on the
way,Love seemed to be waiting for us on the highway.
Suddenly,on a
precarious turn,Scooter made a nasty sound,
Against my
will,it reduced its speed and the battery indicator halved and
decided to stop abruptly.
Still,a mile to
cover,I stood heartbroken,
She waived her
hand,again.
A long car
stopped,a lucky driver sood by and again,a voice charming was to be
heard.
Life is a box
of choclate,I recalled.
-Gunjan Sinha
I think this could do with a little editing.
ReplyDeleteOther than that, it's a really sweet poem, simple yet sweet. :D
hi there,I actually wrote this a few of years back during my school days.
DeleteI wanted to post this without editing.I think it is always fun to read your old writings.Its like going back in time. :)
And ,Thanks for reading and reviewing.
nice....:)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading. :)
DeleteBeautiful:) I feel sorry for the guy on the scooter ha ha:)
ReplyDeletethanks Bushra,,, :) i was waiting for your comment .
Deletesometimes in our age life is definitely a box of chocolate. nicely composed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sir,I read about you on your blog,and thanks for appreciation.I was in a must need of one .
DeleteAgain,keep visiting ,
Poor guy...cute poem
ReplyDeletethanks rH.
Delete:)