The Lost Lad Of Country Side Poem by Laila laila

Miles and mountains in my stride
Autumns gone, , , spring arrived
Obliging social network
met this lost lad of countryside.........
His joy had no boundaries though
he faked those smile once in a while

He yelled his happiness he screeched his fear……
Quavered his emptiness which I pretend not to hear
And he said in despair…….
“love, was my wait too long in these eighteen years?

Wailing like a small child,
shedding the skin of loneliness
Holding together my brittle self,
Kissed his presence with my eyes

Unable to weave the fashion of words
My silence shrilled yet unheard
A country guy that he was, , such a frail form
was i talking paddy coconut, cotton or palm?