She is sleeping.

‘When she sleeps, she looks a nymph ‘– thought he.

Her beauty, her grace, her heavenly attitude-all mesmerised him. Fifteen long years-like petals of a rose.

He looked at the corner end of the room. His easy chair, freshly lit fireplace, cigar on table-aroma of life-oh!

Her rosy lips are smiling in her dream.’ Sleep, sleep my angel!’

He kissed her tender lips. ‘Can you sense me?’

Long time – relations were erased, relations were made.

I do forget everything that you’ve done to me.

Freed from all bindings, but still caged within small boundaries of love.


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