In the calmness of her face the
nagging pains of life are forgotten. In her modest smile the spring season is
set around. And when she walks away I miss her as someone so close to my heart.
I know it very well that only for
a short while I will walk with her while gently sharing her smiles, silences
and her thoughtfully concerned expressions. But I will always hold her in my
good opinion and the memory of being with her will be my greatest joy.
She understands what pains me.
She slowly expresses that she cares for me. In her silent expressions she looks
like a pink rose that is refreshed in the early morning’s dew drops.
Today she had combed her hair in
a different style. But that style did not go well with her sweet face. I wanted
to see her as she was in her first day. I wanted to see her as she was-
unchanged and uncorrupted. But change is inevitable. She will change slowly and
slowly and the pristine beauty will be mixed with the mud and impurities of the
adult world.
By the time that happens I wish
that I am at a farther distance from her and I remain ignorant of her change.
And I am still lovingly lost in her purest of pure smiles, innocent looks and
incomprehensible love.
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