Yellow pages of a tale crunched
To the hold of fingers playing along
The soft fabricated pieces of a story
My mind drifted away into its ecstasy
To a world woven to perfection
By the beautiful tailor of words
Starting off by the small brook of life
It led me to infinite sea of beatitude
Sailing along its strings of fable
Of love and romance
“How could Thee hurt me,my love?”
Tears dropped down the cheeks of maiden
Of the novel that held me awestruck
My eyes hurt from the rays of light
Looking up to the mirror my eyelets had strung
Together and wet from cascade of emotions
I had not noticed the sudden rush of grief
Feeling quite doleful I craved further
The story took me on a coaster ride
Rich in compassion and equal dismal
“Oh! The enchanted damsel of my heart
I vow before Thy never would I ever grieve Thee.
Those valuable tender eyes will shine forever”
Pledged the honest voice of her sweet beloved
My mind filled with heavenly gratitude
Bliss had overcome the dark clouds of glum
A sweet smile manifested on my lips
Unnoticed had I cheered too?
Such a delightful end to an exuberant tale
That spoke of mistake regret and repentance
That engulfed me into a tale of love
And not mistakenly the tray of words
Braided by the most magnificent author
Unmindful of the magical paradise
Have I too been into THE TALE OF TRANCE?...