He recited the lines of love-scenes of Shakespeare
and she got elated and called him often for chatting.
He sang a heart-moving melody
and she praised him with all the words she knew.
He blabbed all the details of his family
but she was cagey in divulging her secrets.
She looked at his palm as a palmist did
and amazed at his strong, lengthy fingers.
He would primp himself before meeting her,
carrying a bag full of biscuits and fruits
which he didn't buy even for his children.
He wrote sonnets about his longing heart
and she thanked him for her being the heroine
of his poems as the dark lady of Shakespeare.
When he stretched his hand to pull her,
She hopped off and evaded his touch.
' Doesn't my heart have a nice embrace of yours? '
he asked her with his begging eyes.
' You will poach my heart first and then my body
feigning you are in love with me', she said biting her teeth.
' Citing the hills, seas and the sky, I promise you, I love you'.
Before he finished saying, she blared out:
' I can't give space in this little heart for all those I meet.
I have already sold it to someone. Waiting long for him'
With needless grief, and hanging head,
his body gave company to his heart in its walk-out.
When he narrated this tale to his friend,
' Don't talk of that beast cheated me last year',
he said and puffed his cigar.
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Outstanding narrative and great story also interwoven! A great ending worth of your superb writing technique.A masterpiece! Thank you very much you're a marvelous writer!
smooth narrative and lines and what a dramatic end to the poem, Rajendran...well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this type of writing, check out sth i wrote called life and times of lusekelo..the sitcom and gve me some pointers