A Poem by Vishal Singh

You are very lucky if you get to spend the rest of your life with the one one you love.


Stood in the balcony, cup of tea in my hand,

Remembering how you slipped near the bus stand .

The happy eve when I met you first,

Returning home munching a half baked crust.

Ever recalled how hesitant you were ?

When I held out my hand to help you up;

Rested your palm coyly on mine,

As you slowly get back on your feet;

But quickly though pulled away,

Escaping into the street opposite .

Little did you know, how often I came back,

Hoping to see you again, waited till end of eve;

Not very sure what really brought me there,

My stubborn heart, or remains of a shattered belief;

Guess nature had some plans, maybe you had one,

Or both made a deal, and were having fun !

Sleepy as my eyes were, tired of waiting,

Waiting to see you out from that street turn.

Wait was that you, who tugged at my sleeve ?

Cheering me up like dew freshens a leaf !

Yes indeed, you stood by my side,

Still shy, yet placed her hand on mine,

Here in my balcony, cup of tea and a smile,

Has been quite long, this journey yours and mine.

© 2020 Vishal Singh

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Added on March 9, 2020
Last Updated on March 9, 2020