she was gone <br />the rain stopped <br />and sun got its shine renovated <br />with sinking heart and heavy feet <br />I stepped back <br />left my soul at her door <br />o’ I forgot to ask her name <br />Kamran! <br />how stupid you are? <br />should I go back? <br />no, what would she think? <br />what would I say? <br />whom I want to meet? <br />“a beauty I met in the rain” <br />o’ you fool Kamran! <br />you didn’t even ask her contact number <br />she told you nothing <br />and you left your invisible soul <br />at her door as a souvenir <br />which she would never see <br />and where in the world <br />you expect that she would feel for you <br /> <br />with such dismal thoughts in my head <br />I reached, where I parked my car <br />and got shocked <br />you here! ! ! <br />yes I want to ask you something <br />okay go ahead <br />will you hold my hand till my last breath? <br />I smiled <br />and it started raining again <br />I held her left hand in my right one <br />and started walking to the river of Lethe* <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />River of Lethe*: Lethe is the river of oblivion or forgetfulness in the Underworld in Greek mythology. The dead would drink the waters of Lethe to forget their earthly existence. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Oct 01,2009<br /><br />Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-in-the-rain-3/
