'Perhaps I wouldn't have the city left
Had we not earlier by some stroke of luck met...'
She muttered looking away at the sky
Overcast still but kites colored there did fly...
One green, another red, another known... the candle
Colored dots wide, near, close, separate and in bundle...
She stopped uttering those lines insipid...
Watching the movement of kites so rapid....
'Whatever you had done, done it perhaps right
Sometimes it is good to go out of mortal sight...'
He mumbled, reflectively hanging loose
By her side, thinking ways once she did choose...
He remembered how one fine day
Several years ago he had met her to say
That it would be better for him to stay away
From the path that led to her house night and day...
He remembered how once he had, not by giving any reason
Left her there like the fallen leaf of forgotten season...
He recollected exactly how he took up pace
Not turning back at least for once to her face
To ride away from her house, her street, her post code
Leaving a long trail of orange dust he away rode...
For he thought of exploring lands still not seen
He thought of living life to the brim!
Now after so many searches and explorations
He again found her at a different station
Far away she also had ridden
From her village she also had disappeared sudden...
'Now we're so liberated...that we could like kites fly
But our pure passion us now perhaps deny...'
She muttered inaudibly once again before her voice did die
Effortlessly like a strong brooder she did justify...
Ways of hers now living it all alone without any companion sure
Far away from any groans, moans, meaningless conjugal clamor...
He just sat there totally petrified
Thinking if she told him the truth or she lied...
But never did his vocal chord made any noise
He just sat by her in a wordless, ceaseless repentant poise...
Had we not earlier by some stroke of luck met...'
She muttered looking away at the sky
Overcast still but kites colored there did fly...
One green, another red, another known... the candle
Colored dots wide, near, close, separate and in bundle...
She stopped uttering those lines insipid...
Watching the movement of kites so rapid....
'Whatever you had done, done it perhaps right
Sometimes it is good to go out of mortal sight...'
He mumbled, reflectively hanging loose
By her side, thinking ways once she did choose...
He remembered how one fine day
Several years ago he had met her to say
That it would be better for him to stay away
From the path that led to her house night and day...
He remembered how once he had, not by giving any reason
Left her there like the fallen leaf of forgotten season...
He recollected exactly how he took up pace
Not turning back at least for once to her face
To ride away from her house, her street, her post code
Leaving a long trail of orange dust he away rode...
For he thought of exploring lands still not seen
He thought of living life to the brim!
Now after so many searches and explorations
He again found her at a different station
Far away she also had ridden
From her village she also had disappeared sudden...
'Now we're so liberated...that we could like kites fly
But our pure passion us now perhaps deny...'
She muttered inaudibly once again before her voice did die
Effortlessly like a strong brooder she did justify...
Ways of hers now living it all alone without any companion sure
Far away from any groans, moans, meaningless conjugal clamor...
He just sat there totally petrified
Thinking if she told him the truth or she lied...
But never did his vocal chord made any noise
He just sat by her in a wordless, ceaseless repentant poise...
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