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