The worn out woolen serge
was hanging loosely from his shoulders
the weather was warm,
unpleasant enough to wear the drape,
making him perspire
in abundance,
leaving him at times flustered and agape.
Yet, regardless of season, night, day or occasion
he kept it close to his heart,
keeping his yearning pleasantly warm
with the hope,
that one day
she would long for him and return
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Believe me she will.
I hope she returns
Haha. Also tell me who is that she? Do you know her 😊
Thanks so much for your kind words
Reminds me of a childhood tale of power play between the sun and the wind ……. Beautifully penned
Thanks so much, Sakshi. Hope you are doing well
My pleasure. All good ya.. hope you are well too
Oh, that last line..!! It’s just beautiful.. Amen to that.. 👍🏼😇
Reminds of hope and faith…beautiful 👍🏻
Hopes can mislead at times but not after reading this…
Yup as a matter of fact I do
I am doing fine. A a tad busy. Good to hear you are doing ok
Thanks so much, D
Thanks so much my friend.
Thanks so much, Piyush. Much appreciate your words
Haha. So who is it
Remember to breathe 😀….have a nice day
Haha. Trying to
That’s a mystery for you to decipher
Lol. I know my answer
Good
🌸😊