THE PROMISED RING

The Lover, in a moment's haste
Tripped her foot and landed on her face
Picking the mirror that has left her purse
Cleaned her face and mustered a curse

"O Foolish One,
Why hither and dither,
This searching has wearied me,
And has left me a poor beggar"

At the appointed place she stood a waiting
Like Layla of old, her hopes a pining
Close to her heart a letter a clutching
Speaking of a promised ring

A tear escaped, a thousand sighs

In all her finery
The waiting seemed like eternity

"John, where art Thou ?"

Out of the shadows emerged a form
Much too slight for the masculine John

"Dear Jenny, I beg you to be strong,
The one you seek is already gone.."

O such words… !  Such cruelty...!
Such words from another Lady..!

"Don’t mistake me dear Lady,
And do not fear,
John may be gone,
But I am here………"

O

The arrow that leaves the bow
Knows not the mark nor it's sorrow
The Bow man smiles as the arrow goes
From his gait, he knows ! He knows !

O

Destiny's trick of the slightest feint
Revealed not by the sudden hint

"For don’t you see ..?
It is me !
It is ME !”

The words were too much to bear
Such nakedness was too difficult to stare
The Lover fell in a swoon
Bathed by the light of a full moon !

                                         - ABA

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