Wish his palms had been little more sensuous <br />to grasp the warmth of her presence. <br />His ears have remained deaf when her breath <br />sang of an untold love. <br />Every soul had discussed their story <br />than the souls involved. <br />Dumb dumb was he thought, <br />dumber was his heart. <br />Now he realised that all the buzzing <br />in the park were not that of bees. <br />From his heart now blossoms, what he <br />long thought as fireflies, now stars. <br />But she had gone far over the seas to a castle <br />and he moved far from her thoughts. <br />In the land of pink roses <br />all those memories still stay green.<br /><br />Putholi Arumugham T<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/story-of-the-bicycle-thieves/
