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Aug 2010
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.
Priyanka Bhowmick (C) 2010
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Priyanka Bhowmick
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