Poetry

The Tryst

Wrapped up her day of the files,
Along the road back to her place
She met a blonde beard poet,
Wordless and Lifeless
Gulfam, as they all knew him
But not that girl of untouched story.
Stuck at her sugar coated smile
Perhaps he found his all time Muse.
Painted her to flatter with his words,
She stood astonished for the Poetry.
Never knew a poet before
She felt a poem in herself
The horizon of words he saw
Like the nature lives in her eyes.
Both remained silent for moments
Till they realised to walk on.
The mysterious tryst he waits again
And she wants to unfold the secret.
The secret of words he did not say.
The secret of life she had portrayed.

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