Moments or memories
It was the season of spring,
Sitting in the bus stand, doing day dreaming,
About my dream girl I was thinking-
"What should I gift her a necklace or a ring? "
Transform into seconds the boring odd hours,
Suddenly came the rain as cool as the shower.
Then eyes met and I saw her,
I ran and ran to gift her a flower.
When she smile my heart was lit,
But suddenly my poor heart was hit.
Because the bus came to give us lift,
What a coincidence besides me she sit.
What a beautiful was that situation,
When thought of her came run tension.
We started to do lots of conversation,
And grow inside a beautiful relation.
But sorrowness came ,she got strike.
Accident happened and got hit by bike.
You can't imagine what my emotions were like,
I cried and told " you are my wife ".
Today I think it wasn't a memory,
It was a moment that was temporary.
A happy dream which wasn't imaginary.
Or a very sad old love story.