Alone he sits with his face to the wind
His eyes on the horizon, his mind in a bend
Sniffing the air, looking for her scent
The woman, her charm, the affection he's just felt
Listening to steam engines, they're blowing a horn
Here sits the dude, a little sad a little forlorn
Utterly desolate? truly miserable? you think he is?
Or is he so just because away from him she is?
Got awed by her dignity, he loved the woman so chaste
He thought of his amour, through night and through day
If she had been a doctor, he could keep all the apples at bay
Thankfully she's not, and he still loves the apple pie
And does he thank his luck for that, my oh, oh my!
Says he, "Keep smiling, and today's sadness do not portray
For tomorrow will surely bring out another day"
And so he retires to bed, within his heart a small prayer
that says, "Let the LORD guide us, and let HIM be our story sayer"
Some rhymes keep getting funny
And in poetry there is not much money
Learn to love each other, let it grow everyday
And there's absolutely no need to keep ANY fruits away!
So sleeps he the protagonist of this tale
The two decades plus a few years young, the Indian male
The night sky's slowly fading away, the earth hast turned
GOD's in his heaven, and all's well with HIS world
—Abd elAzeez
