Wish his palms had been little more sensuous
to grasp the warmth of her presence.
His ears have remained deaf when her breath
sang of an untold love.
Every soul had discussed their story
than the souls involved.
Dumb dumb was he thought,
dumber was his heart.
Now he realised that all the buzzing
in the park were not that of bees.
From his heart now blossoms, what he
long thought as fireflies, now stars.
But she had gone far over the seas to a castle
and he moved far from her thoughts.
In the land of pink roses
all those memories still stay green.
Putholi Arumugham T
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/story-of-the-bicycle-thieves/
