At the age of twenty three,
To my great delight I discovered
That I was on a gleeful spree
To love and be loved.
At the age of twenty three
She came in my life,
With promises to be a good wife,
With lots and lots of love to share
Forgiving my failings, without a stare.
She was a great story teller,
While I was a good listener.
Though I was all ears to listen
I would respond quite often,
To whatever she would say,
With just a simple yea or nay.
She didn’t like a brooding listener,
So she quickly changed her partner,
Who would jump and dive with her
And always keep her in good humor.
Today, I have many stories to tell,
Stories resembling both heaven and hell.
Alas! Now I have no avid listener,
But a few good friends at Poemhunter.
I know, here I have some distant ears,
Eager to listen to what appears
To be a poem that tells stories,
Both of love and soulful miseries.
Everybody has some untold story
That wasn’t shared with all and sundry,
A poets’ forum is the best possible place
To provide such stories a little space.
Dhaka
26 December 2014
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