But as I was waiting
I felt a familiar fragrance,
That took me to that place,
three years back.
Where I met that lady
On the concrete fall day....
With a sweet voice, I was back to life
When I searched for the source,
I was greeted with, a pair of beautiful eyes.
"Ah! Those beautiful eyes has a story,
That I will save for another time. "
The owner of the voice,
Was as beautiful as her eyes.
For minutes I forgot,
All my manners,
As I was mesmerized,
by her enchanted style.
Coming back on track, I felt myself shy...
As I forgot all the lines
I was nervous
I was confused
And, I was afraid,
What if I broke the rules.
YOU ARE READING
The Lady & Concrete Fall
PoetryWith a "thund" the concrete was on the floor and, she was in my arm... . . Days passed month ended Years came & gone And I felt as if my love story Will always be on hold.... What happens, if you will meet someone, for whom you were in long sear...
