Nira’s Tale Of Love Ix Poem by Tuna Biswal

Nira’s Tale of Love IX

Banged the door once, twice, thrice……..
A hesitant smile welcomes thee.

Shyness filled the room,
Surprised at the guest with no calm.

Evening was falling; insects were flying,
Towards unseen destinies of ending.

Some beating wings on the ground,
Shook the man to turn around.

Inquired at the unexpected guest,
Puffing out smokes as the host.

Nira sat quietly in chair,
Pushing the man into calm despair.

Alone but not lonely was he,
Passionate and crazy was she.

Horses of might put off the cigar,
Might be a student of first year.

“What can I help you? ” asked thee,
Silence filled the room as She stood on knee.

Fearing at mad tears,
He opened the doors making Her clear.