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.