I reached forward to touch his hands
And like in a dream, he went further away from me.
I tried to reach him, running behind him now.
He walked briskly, smiling at a distant somebody.
I stopped; looked ahead.
I saw his Future.
And I was not to be a part of it.
I stopped my trail.
I dropped my hands; procured a smile.
A teardrop trickled down my cheeks.
I turned back, started my lonely walk.
Suddenly I felt the warmth of a comforting hand,
On my shoulder,
And I looked back,
To see my Present radiate his everlasting glow of a smile.
I reached out and held his hand.
I felt confident to tread the marshy lands ahead.
Maybe I will fall in the trampy mud and defile my all-new dress.
Maybe I will hurt myself falling off a slippery boulder.
Maybe I will lose my magic-slippers in the wilderness of life.
But I know that there would always be somebody,
Who would tell me that,
“Clothes have very little value,”
“In love”, he would add with a wink.
Or
“A kiss would be enough to make you feel much better”
Or
“Why need slippers when the meadows are looking so lovely,
That they should get their wishes granted:
One touch of those feet! Fair Goddess!”
And I would gladly believe it all,
Like a love struck teenager,
Because I know that even after the trance ends,
The scene would be these very same meadows.
The days might be grey, I agree.
But the love would be the same, I promise.
I promise.
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