I remember my golden school days. <br />An attractive girl and her toothy smile. <br />She gets angry sometimes <br />When I ask her what toothpaste she prefers. <br />Perhaps the time brings us to a standstill? <br />And I became a pupil in the life-school. <br />She looks after her children with all the burdens. <br />We met accidentally on a rainy day. <br />'Hey! You look like a whizz-kid.' <br />She told me with that toothy smile. <br />'Thank you Blossom' I replied. <br />'You still remember my name.' <br />'How can I forget a fragrant flower? ' <br />'How are your wife and family? ' <br />'I don't have that sort.' <br />'Still a bachelor? ' <br />'Yes Madam.' <br />'I am a widow.' She whispered. <br />Then I felt like the whole world collapsed on me!<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-whisper-in-the-venturesome-pilgrimage/
