恋 の 予感

Is this premonition of love that I’ve witnessed?

I

A man whose heart remains scathed

As he recapitulates his serenade

On his never ending voyage of new horizons

Resurrecting those last words his lover said

In between the rhythm of his heartbeats

Where she remained,

Midst the verses of his songs

II

Beside him, an impetuous lad;

In a bus with a camera

This young gypsy boy in a caravan,

Watching the sunset

Leaning on the tinted window

Waiting for the perfect shot to be captured;

Of an old lady waving back at him,

The panoramic view of lavenders

Blooming all over the meadow

III

The old lady;

Who’s a treasure of experience and a muse of old era

Waving at the caravan

‘bye-bye, bye-bye’

IV

The artistic boy with a mosaic idea

Who wanted to exhibit his canvas with the old lady’s smile

He is immersed in his art when he caught a glimpse of her;

A young girl

Who’s also stealing glances at this boy

Only to be swayed by the thought of first love,

Approaching towards her

As a blessing in disguise

–Shubhangi Rawat