Green meadows with smiling flowers
Cattle grazing near purple clovers
Dark clouds have stopped showers
but still the tree weep
learning tragic tale of lovers
sharing warmth and wreathing beneath it
breathing each others breath
Shall we elope ?
Her query made him shiver and
thoughts flowed like river
Meandering an unknown path?
Burdening parents’ wrath?
Fearing pricking thorns
not on feet but heart
everyday and all the way;
Tears disseminated his melancholy
Bee fiddling with its precious honey
for the sake of honeymoon?
“Wake up! Wake up buffoon”
His mom shook him up too soon;
He woke up not only from sleep
With disturbed senses reiterating
It’s not the time to elope
but to climb the slope
to reach the peak of peaks.
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