This is the story of my first love affair,
For once I thought life to me was fair,
After as many attempts as could be,
Finally a Poet fell in love with me.
She was my sweet little love,
I fell in love with a Dove,
“Dove – The poet” was her name,
She was a Poet of world fame.
First life was such a breeze,
She wrote a poem on my every sneeze,
World was all about birds, trees and the sun,
Oh life was filled with so much fun.
She wrote and she quote,
On the lakes when we were on the boat,
Although I didn’t get a word she wrote,
I still exclaimed ”What a beautiful quote”.
Life carried on like the stream,
Poems were written on every Ice Cream,
A sweet little dream it looked,
She wrote on everything I cooked.
But then life turned to reality,
Soon everything became a clarity,
What first came from the hearts core,
Now seemed such a big bore.
Dreams and fantasies were all she knew,
“Dove the Poet” only flew,
While I lived on the ground,
And saw her flight astound.
She thought everything was from the heart,
To her it was the end for me the start,
I thought life was about the brains,
She thought it was about the rains.
I spoke on Bread and Butter,
She thought it was how her wings would flutter,
But a stich in time saves nine,
From the past I saw the future was not fine.
All good things come to an end,
A parting letter to her I send,
I wonder why her I choose,
Too late I realized- “Life is not a Poetry but a PROSE”
Inpired by a thought from Osho that "Life is not a Poetry but a PROSE"
