He recited the lines of love-scenes of Shakespeare <br />and she got elated and called him often for chatting. <br />He sang a heart-moving melody <br />and she praised him with all the words she knew. <br />He blabbed all the details of his family <br />but she was cagey in divulging her secrets. <br />She looked at his palm as a palmist did <br />and amazed at his strong, lengthy fingers. <br />He would primp himself before meeting her, <br />carrying a bag full of biscuits and fruits <br />which he didn't buy even for his children. <br />He wrote sonnets about his longing heart <br />and she thanked him for her being the heroine <br />of his poems as the dark lady of Shakespeare. <br />When he stretched his hand to pull her, <br />She hopped off and evaded his touch. <br />' Doesn't my heart have a nice embrace of yours? ' <br />he asked her with his begging eyes. <br />' You will poach my heart first and then my body <br />feigning you are in love with me', she said biting her teeth. <br />' Citing the hills, seas and the sky, I promise you, I love you'. <br />Before he finished saying, she blared out: <br />' I can't give space in this little heart for all those I meet. <br />I have already sold it to someone. Waiting long for him' <br />With needless grief, and hanging head, <br />his body gave company to his heart in its walk-out. <br />When he narrated this tale to his friend, <br />' Don't talk of that beast cheated me last year', <br />he said and puffed his cigar. <br /> -<br /><br />rajendran muthiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hick-picked-up-by-a-pig/
