Words are
riddles of a rootless forest …
Reverberations
of foggy tranquillity..
In the last
rendezvous –
when I searched the sack, asking “Did you bring me happiness?”
I found a pack
of marigold.
Even though I
knew the answer- I asked -“for whom”
“In case I am
hungry as I walk” – she smiled
Such a compelling
smile!
I don’t
remember which story she wanted to tell in the tale of her quiet gaze …
There was a
Magazine full of bullets in the sack;
Nah.. it was a
pack of Marigold,
A heart-full
of breath for a lucky one, among the millions of hungry mouths,
No .. Just a pack of marigold.
There was my love,
there was your repugnance;
There was a
joke life made on the helpless mass,
Not at all…
there was a pack of marigold.
……….
In the name of
a story,
Two marigold
biscuits and a cup of tea;
A new found love
of mine!
(NB:- Marigold
is a popular diet biscuit brand)
Original By Manoj Neog
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