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At the Park ----------------- The man watched the two birds twittering The lonely sun was sinking down the horizon Its yellow glow was playing hide & seek With the tree’s shadow. The aged tree too was lonely. The woman on the other edge of the bench Looked at him suspiciously, Where did I see this man before? And why should he stare at me? Leave me alone. She seemed to mumble inaudibly. His vacant look passed through her. And fell on a crumpled handkerchief On the walk. That jogger sure had dropped it. He picked it up. He saw her suspicious look. Said as if to the air- I must give him the hanky, this letter embroidered Might be his beloved’s initial. This shameless man! Still looking at me. What he thinks of himself? Am I a slut? Disgusting. She stood up, looked around, confused. Where should I go? She did not know, and faltered. A man and his wife came running. Mother, your legs are weak, you may fall. Who are you? Look at that man, his leering eyes? The son exchanged a look with his wife. Helped his mother to walk. No use trying to correct her. The old man was watching with a vacant look All this long, Without knowing his character’s assassination. I must go home. It’s late. He said to himself But I want to hand over the hanky To the jogger, it is his beloved’s gift. The park was almost empty. The daughter in law saw the hanky, read the initial. A painful smile passed the corner of her mouth. She helped the tottering man out of the park, He was still holding the handkerchief And was looking around for the jogger. Two strangers came back to the same house. The father seemed puzzled, where is this? You are at your home, Father. He was startled, dropped the hanky. The mother walking ahead sharply looked back. This man, this sticky flirt Still following. Children, don’t allow him here. The daughter-in-law picked up the crumpled hanky. That letter skillfully embroidered, his initial, She recognized. How many times he used to say proudly, This was my wife’s first gift after our betrothal! And now both strangers. ------------------------
Posted on: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 09:31:14 +0000

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