“An autumn evening...
An autumn evening, I ran hurriedly,
made my way I did to that special bench in the park,
Where in a likewise special week,
I used to meet my Amily.
My dear Amily with her mischievious eyes,
Hear songs do my ears, whenever she speaks.
With her fragrance and aura of jasmine,
Feel I do that I am in heaven.
Words spoken between us are of course less,
but the thoughts that we share are, a lot.
See each other we do, very less.
Yet an urge to keep seeing each other, we have got.
As I sat on the bench today, waiting for her,
I wondered how today she would be.
Would she dress grand or just come casually,
in a simple manner and her hair let out freely.
After a while, glance I did at the time.
“Why hadn't she come by now?”
Did she meet with trouble on the way that she came?
Or didn't it cross her mind what the time was now?
Then my worries were put to rest,
When I saw her in front of me.
I smiled at the way, that she had dressed for me.
Wearing a dress of my favourite colour,
and herself appearing royal with grandeur,
she came slowly towards me, with doubt in her eyes,
as her eyes enquired if she looked good that way?
I smiled again and gestured that she looked like a princess.
Then I offered my hand, to walk the rest of the day.
So holding each other's hands,
we walked gently,
with our minds out of the world and lost in our own dreams;
Just the two of us, me and my Amily.”
―
Yasir Sulaiman,
3 Stories of Love: Romance isn't always sweet
