Hungry was the street <br />Lying before me <br />Thirsty was the soul <br />Helping guiding me. <br /> <br />Unwired Dickensian slum <br />smiling nearby <br />On low tune satire <br />Whispered- ‘love kills and heals’. <br /> <br /> My legs bewildered, <br />My sense unnerved, <br />My head stooped, <br />Yet, my thirsty soul guided me. <br /> <br />My legs had to reach me <br />To far woods <br />To kiss the grave of my other-half <br />And let her know-her lost son found. <br /> <br />Alas! I met her <br />With, all skeleton scattered <br />Grave broken and torn <br />And the wedding ring stolen.<br /><br />RUP POKHAREL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-stolen/
