Saturday, October 20, 2018

The Stolen Souvenir

Yes! It was a devastated day
The reason?
It was the three maids.

Her priced possession,
The sacred Ring
Was stolen
By ruthless maids.

Well, it was easy for her
To pardon them,
She has the kindest heart,
But what about me?
I felt a sense of loss,
The ring that belonged
On those beautiful finger of her’s
Was taken away.
Maybe the ring is gone
Maybe I will never see it again
But my love for her
Is constant
Is unconditional
Is immortal
I might never forgive
Those culprits
But I am thankful to God
That they can never
Steal her heart
And her love..

-Sumith

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