not just another poem
the other day i met a devil on talking to him i came to know a thing he came specially to Chennai for me we made a story not to reveal we laughed, we cried we played a lot and jumped and hopped it was like a dream come true it was like making of dream entirely new we had our totums in place we let them spin just not to let them stop he held my hand, he pecked my forehead he showed me lights on my dark dark way he sprinkled my path with cheer and chuckle he protected me with an axe and a sickle but the day came when he had to go but and ifs and alas and slow but i let him go with a smile so wide but i let things wash away with the tide