A Sunday

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It was a sunday-Jovial and bright,

The sun streamed its rays that flickered its light-

Eyes of mine with subtle its dreams,

Looked over the pane,greeted nature over beam.

As the birds that chirped,life that unfolded-

Vision found clearance in vibrant its cliches.

I saw-she stood apast the street,

Turned back,against to abhore the heat-

Half her body wrapped by the pole,

And the other half stood visible,I wished for the whole-

Cheeks of cream,hair that flew,

Legs slim,breasts puffed-it was all I knew-

She gazed at my pane,then twitched,looked out-

I felt deep,I felt hard,I loved her-no doubt.

Stashed my pillow,threw the sheet,

Jumped from bed,in attempt to meet,

Down I ran,crossed the road-

'Hi',I said.

Rued my try with vague her silence,

Amiss was things,I guessed things wrong-

She walked on,I watched on,

I followed her back-

Wherefore she ventured-to figure her stack.

Atlast she turned and smiled with pause,

She said,'I'm Helen,

I was ditched,for no cause.

I wander to seem like a vagabond strayed-

To rest my heart-its all dismayed!

Oh!peace-I beg,for the squander done-

Go away boy-God bless his son.'

I felt a rush,it puzzled my mind-

Figuring it out,I walked behind,

How simply change comes,How life gets paused,

How people we trust,cheat and surpass-

Deep in thougts I reached my place,

Where the morn smiled on and day showed its face.

A sunday-so jovial and bright,

Smile hides pains,and darkness the light.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 26, 2014 ⏰

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