It's a winter morning in Portugal. <br />The Sun was faintly visible like moon in hibernation. <br />In the capital Lisbon I was standing in a queue for hours. <br />A girl with a Red Jacket who came to the halt hurriedly? <br />We smiled each other like old familiar friends. <br />I wanted to tell her that I appreciate her visiting. <br />I was sure that she insisted on my accompanying her. <br />The Tram came and she got in. <br />It's not my destination and I remained. <br />Before she leaves whispered something in Portuguese. <br />She must have told that I love you. <br />Later on I inquired the meaning from my cobbler friend who speaks little English? <br />Her dialect meant I am already married. <br />I wanted to tell her the other day when I meet her that I am also married. <br />Matrimony is a strong bond. <br />Isn't it?<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wintry-alarm-echoed/
