The reminiscence of our initial encounter, many years ago;
In that
contraption of a steel conveyor,
Lingers
forever in the deepest corners of my intellect;
I stared
in awe, as you heartily narrated;
In
flawless urban lingua;
The spicy
niceties of your village adventure
It was
the onset of youth and;
My maiden
voyage to the City of Many Lights,
Sitting
beside you, in that face-me contraption;
Our
bodies pressed together; how can I forget?
Those
fleeting moments when the conveyor tumbled,
Upon
thumps, and our legs rubbed;
Sending
inexplicable electrical tremours down my spine;
Followed
by a gush feeling of goodness, inner peace and contentment
I
understood not those momentary tremours;
Upshots
of hormonal gymnastics, but how could?
I was
then a paragon a paragon of innocence!
I wanted
to tell you then, but I kept my peace and held my word,
Lest I display
the challenge of inarticulacy; in urban lingua!
Until the
ride halted, amidst a sea of humanity and infinite contraptions
And you
had to hold my hand and act chaperon,
At the crossing
of the hectic boulevard; the legendary “GPO”
The
warmth of your palm reviving; the shivers of ecstasy!
Even then
we were not strangers, but children of disparate worlds;
You, the
daughter of a money merchant; I, the son of a wood sawyer,
Adherents
of the mythical decree, enforced by fictional caste;
That
goats and sheep can graze together, but cannot mate!
But not
anymore!
I no
longer lose my way in the concrete jungle;
Nor crave
the attention of urban nobility,
With the
kindness of Divinity and astute toil;
I have
earned my place and space, in the metropolis
And
attained the pretentions and lingua of a townie!
Time and
distance separated us, but I know we will we meet again,
It don’t
matter where;
In a
Church; workroom; contraption; street; mall or blogsphere and;
Whether
you now belong to a beneficiary of proximity;
I will still
tell you what I thought then; and still do,
That
you’re the fairest I had met yet!
@DeCaptainCFE
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