Untold Poem by krishna kumar

To welcome me there remained marriage invitation in her hands
I went to her marriage hid amongst the huge crowd
I made sure that even a part of her gaze couldn't catch my presence
Yet her countenance was never left away from my vision
Her eyes were expecting someone, I realised
It should be me, I wished
She should rush and hug me in that place, I imagined
This might not happen, I cried
The tear drops, my unsaid love and flowers, I bestowed
In the normal lives, we went
Then in the midst, we met
On my shoulders was my little angel daughter, who peacefully slept
With her was her beautiful son, something he continuously pestered
We both were happy about the things we have seen
She asked my daughter's name I said hers
I asked her son's name she said mine