Reunion Poem by Saju Abraham

He'd would walk miles,
Roll down rough mountain,
Just to see her, be with her,
Guided by some new messenger every time.

As he slipped by to her hut,
Her heart pounding she steps out of her hut.
All she has is a fleeting glance,
Then she stays lost in her reverie.

Even as his eyes never leave her,
His feet hurt from the stony road,
Blood buds on his body from hazardous trip,
He looks at her mesmerized,
Waiting for her to reject him,
To pull his hair and scratch his bare chest.

Then he'd leave vowing to return.
She comes to herself on his leaving.
Longs for him as dying man his death.
Such was their bond,
That everything around them plotted their reunion,
Plotted the violence to agonize their meeting.