Last Night
The
breezy her left the freezy he
And
could not save the service
He
was few fingers away from the ruthless rain.
He
needed her for the fever.
So
he ran barely-clothed in the streets.
Swinging
his merry-hood; to and fro.
He
came a cross a group of gluttonous ladies
(the
kind a man can loss his matrimonial muse on),
they
mocked him.
The
night was killing him.
He
wished he’d never melt his mate.
…eave
to even
“Do you see her?”, he inquires of any one on
his way.
Again
and again,
like
a mad man he traversed the goings of the streets to no avail.
The
more he pursued the more he triggers,
he
struggled and straggled, on and on, his gift of grief –
face
to face with a fierce fate.
Then
he found her with his mother…
Mother
never taught him to beat a woman,
mothers
don’t – no mother will, never… not even father -
So,
he gathered his muscles when he found her…
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