Down the street, was proceeding a lone heart
In a weary rhythm of the rain
Driving her bike away she went
In the crowd of a buzy lane
As she passed getting wet
The raindrops hitting on her face,
Appeared a little beaming one
Waved his hand to slow her pace
Requesting her in his sweet little voice
*"O madam, please convey me
To a near by street on your way
For the rain is heavy"*, he did plea
On hearing this she did halt
Asking him to mount her bike
Drove further to her new destiny
And delivered away that little tyke
Hopping down from the roadster
"Thank you madam, may God bless thee"
Leaving the lone but now serene heart
He ran away towards his destiny
© by Ruman Hafsa
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
Down the street, was proceeding a lone heart
In a weary rhythm of the rain
Driving her bike away she went
In the crowd of a buzy lane
As she passed getting wet
The raindrops hitting on her face,
Appeared a little beaming one
Waved his hand to slow her pace
Requesting her in his sweet little voice
*"O madam, please convey me
To a near by street on your way
For the rain is heavy"*, he did plea
On hearing this she did halt
Asking him to mount her bike
Drove further to her new destiny
And delivered away that little tyke
Hopping down from the roadster
"Thank you madam, may God bless thee"
Leaving the lone but now serene heart
He ran away towards his destiny
© by Ruman Hafsa
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