will such occur?
A call
Waiting to come so soon
“hey you, the festival of lights is to come in so soon,
Are you interested to come and join with me, and my, family?
This year and I, would take you all around your real native, interested?”
‘Oh yes surely, why not.’
A few hours of a trip
Meeting at the southern tip
A car in wait to take him, to her, home
She, in her, home after the long hours of a journey
Both in plenty of smiles
Introducing him, to her, dad brothers and others
Foods sweets and so much more and so served on plates
A play of maybe a game of chess
After it all
A call
To her, room
She, asks him, to sit
She, then shows
All the gifts of presents
He, presented as gifts
A book of Pride and Prejudice
By Jane Austen,
A letter with love
Of many pages
With sketches of her,
And her, family all together
On her, day of birth
Some years ago
With the cover
Of gold
Then a gift of
Something made from
Eastern China
Sent to Western America
Transported to South East Asia
And was gifted on the
Final day of her exams
Which she, refused at first
And agreed to it later
To the recent
Sketch of her, young age
Photographed while
Exhibiting the traditional dance
And a lavender coloured
Pen for his, lavender
with a holder of the
colour of silver
Designed as an arrow
Her, mother to come in
All of a sudden
And she, to show
The sketches he, made
Happiness a bliss on her, face
Spread across too
And her, mother and she goes
He, to have tears
When she, puts it all
Back in place
Tears unnoticed by her,
Wiping his, face as if he, sweats
Looking down
She, will have tears too
Unnoticed by him,
And wiping it off
Both to look
Unto each others eyes
They, knew and know that they,
missed and miss
Each other a lot
A smile turning to frown
And a little harsh would she, become
But not literally meaning it to be
Days and time flies by
They see the
Sun set at a point and
Boating together finally
Travelling in different buses
She, on her, way to somewhere far
He, somewhere near to their native
Happy tears
Would be in both
But it would be
A dream for
Such a day
To ever happen.
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