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