19. “Dazzling Darling”
(…To be continued…)
Believing that Niki was avoiding him,
Nil slowly walked back home…
& then…
She was a spark, a joyful flame,
A little mischief in her name,
Soft & sweet, her magical sound,
Where laughter &
tears would both be found..
One moment she’d cry,
the next she’d smile,
That was our game … our playful style.
Why did she listen to every word of mine?
Why make me cry, then laugh in no time?
Day & night she lived in my thought,
Yet midway walking,
why suddenly she stopped?
Every moment she’d call again & again,
somehow increase my heart’s little pain…
&
lost in thoughts so deep and wide
Nil drifts into sleep at last,
in thoughts slide…
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