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.