INFATUATION
And
in cool mellifluous notes enquired,
“Love,
is it day or is it night?”
He
alerted, surveyed her face:
The
sea was calm and betrayed no storm.
So,
with courage upgathered, he replied,
“Love,
it is day as the sun shines bright in the sky wide.”
A
squall then struck from the hills behind.
The
sea got ruffled and caught in a bind.
Out
emerged a roaring retort,
“No,
it is night as I do say.
Surely,
your wits have not left to play?”
Bowing
to the tide of his love’s angry might,
He
meekly replied, “You are right, my love, it surely is night.”
As
days rolled by in the tram of time
And
he sought rest from this tiring pastime
He
collected himself and assayed to say,
“How
beautiful is the moon, my love, tonight!’
Two
Sirens of wrinkles on her brow appeared.
They
clapped him dead as she said,
“What
a fool you are to be thinking so!
Go, leave me alone and never your face do show.”
~Ravi Dhar~
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