As my classes end,
I with a shabby notebook, a novel an' a newspaper
In my right hand,
Go to 'Institute of English Language and Literature'
Oft to drink cup of tea in its canteen,
Then rest in department's park,
As usual, reach I there today in the park.
Today's winds are changed.
Today's weather is murderous.
Ah! See I a pretty girl on a bench
Sitting alone reading a novel
May be French story "Le Petit Prince"
By Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,
Underneath a shady 'Sacred Fig'
Alone in IELL's park,
While sun in centre of the sky sparks.
As she reads, her curly hair-lock reaches the book.
That book must be luckiest to sit in her laps
Hold by her soften hands
An' read by such a bonny girl.
Dried leafs of SACRED FIGS
Move slowly and cover her feet.
That feet moving like a sway,
On a tune of a guitar playing far away.
Like that guitar her anklet makes a tune too.
One yellow leaf floating in air,
Falls down in her brown, flowing hair
Slips slowly over her shoulder
An' stiffens in her shirt,
Like a kite that is impeded in a shady tree.
But again frees an' falls on the book.
The wind in university that kisses her loses its ways.
Even I don't know her name
But I shall call her 'Selene', anyways.
Ask her anybody to be my girlfriend.
For am dully to show off my feelings, o friend.
For I dilly dally talking to her.
I shall not cheat her.
I shall love her, like love I to myself.
By the way, that stylish girl still remains unproposed.
By the way, that fairy now goes off herself.
She leaves her perfumes in park,
An' forgets on the wooden bench, a chocolate 'PERK'.
Realize I then,
These are few moments I have lived.
What the hell was I living before?
Pray I, such moments to return,
Bit more an' still more.
But... But... Am not sure.
The Girl Not Proposed
Raj Guriro
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 03/11/2020
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Poem topics: away, chocolate, fairy, friend, sky, sun, tree, weather, wind, pray, brown, cover, return, department, story, pretty, language, reach, drink, hold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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