A Frenchman's Talk Poem by Bhartesh Kaushik

A Frenchman's Talk



He will never find it but it's still right there,
Love only finds you when you stop lookin';
gaseous, invisible but detectable,
Curable,
Deductible.
He knows where he failed,
called her up on a date;
finding something nice while looking for something else.
It's been 3 years,
Her yellow gown,
Their flashy talks,
Midnight Memories that were famous in town.
Her love was engraved beautifully,
in the walls of his heart.
you know what, destiny has its own way,
and against the current, they can't be apart.
Wake up little Jericho,
the time has arrived;
your card is torn,
the edges are burnt.
You need to buy a card,
A bottle of wine, aged for years;
the taste need not be good,
but your drunkenness should be enough;
to let your heart speak from the grave.
He went to Keukenhof Park,
waited for a while;
things didn't go in vain.
'She arrived'
He was shocked,
it was the yellow gown;
The beautiful borders, yes it was the same gown,
but what was adding beauty to her face
was her prince's Crown.
they both remembered,
their Midnight Memories happened in the town.
I was right back then destiny has its own way.
This time it was not a date,
but a gathering,
with a few relatives,
a father,
and a cake.
They both were blessed,
and the blessing was from Heart;
The ceremony went well,
they headed for a fresh start.
Four decades passed by,
not a single fault could separate them;
The two birds are still hinged together,
having two sons and a daughter.

A Frenchman's Talk
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,narrative,old memory,wedding
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