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The Love Span


When love came with a bunch of flowers,
You were sleeping,
Of the tiresome classes and exams,
Not to disturb you,
She walked away
Deciding to visit you some other day.
But when she came the next day,
She saw the angry you at home,
For some trivial matter.
Afraid of confronting the furious you, she once again walked away.
But for three years,
She was busy braiding her hair
And cleaning her mirror
To go out with the new found love.
Love came back with untouched lips
Yearning for a kiss,
But you were busy to miss,
Entangled in the hands of some passer-by,
Who only offered you a month of redemption,
And left you with a broken heart.
When depression rented the rooms of your heart,
you hated yourself
For being a fool and desperate.
Love landed with suspicion
Of meeting you again,
But you carelessly opened the door and offered a coffee.
Love was not partial this time.
She sat at your living room for years,
With her belongings at the door
And your hands in her's.
Then you offered her your leftover love,
Which vanished the chasms
And banished your dark tenants of the heart.
Love turned your nights to days,
She sensed the little kid in you,
And stole your heart
And kept it safe with her,
Because you were so careless.
Love walked into your messy room
In glossy dress and ready kisses.
Love baked cakes at your salary hike,
She stood with her teary eyes to be consoled
When you caressed her with utmost care.
Your love became old and vulgar,
With little forms of you playing around a bald headed you.
Love walked out of your life before you,
She had performed her part well,
The audience were satisfied.
But you were still searching for
Something,
Under the coat,
Between the toys,
In the old garage,
Among the rack of clothes,
Unable to explain what you have lost,
You walked away to the churchyard
To gift a bunch of flowers,
For your old love.
Gazing at the engraving,
You smiled like an enlightened ascetic
And mumbled something,
And I heard a'thank you'.

A.C

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