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Sam and Jane

Way to the lane

Sam stood under a tree

waiting for Jane

says to himself, "I love thee."

 

Sunshine furnished the day

it was half past eleven

Sam frenzied and gay

for he will get to tryst Jane.

 

Past the lane was a park

where lovers hummed songs of love

along with the tune of larks

beneath the heaven above.

 

Sam walked to and fro

eyeing on the lovers kiss

dreamt of kissing Jane's eyebrow

something he never wanted to miss.

 

Minutes passed into hours

and Sam worried presently

for Jane's arrival undiscovered

he calls her hurriedly.

 

Jane's mobile rings aloud

awaiting Sam for the response

some questions maked Sam doubt

he stormed towards her home at once.

 

On the way his phone rings

immediately picking it up

he says, "Jane!!", curiously

the voice of an unknown cop.

 

Asking, "Is this Mr. Sam?"

"Yes, it's Sam," he replies

Cop says, "I found your number with this Ma'am,

Middle of the road she died."

 

Sam stunned and shocked

with a shaky voice he asks, "Where are you calling from?"

Cop replied, "Before highway, near shop Reebok"

and Sam destined for the zone.

 

Reaching there he finds her carcass

while returning with gifts

sweet Jane crashed with a bus

while she was running swift.

 

Shattered Sam stood still

his mind freezed and tears dried

woven dreams at once killed

dark clouds defeated light.

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priyanka-bhowmick
Indian
Published
Aug 8, 2010
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