A Rare Gesture

She stood there at the gate She wanted not to be late I had every reason to hate I did not take it as my fate You had come all along to express Your inner feeling with distress I could read on her face clear anxiety I sensed trouble and felt pity I couldn’t make why she had to rush What had compelled her to push? Did she realize the importance of being in love? What did she think of all and above? Well, my anger petered out in a second Why was she here without her husband? Did he depart early leaving her behind? I could not only understand but failed to find Many questions emerged and immediately faded She was very far from me and staying away as being wedded I could only wish her a happy and long journey She stood there as helpless and without money Whatever may be the reason, I had no way to be angry She was in shabby dress and also feeling hungry I emotionally caught her hand to welcome as guest I wanted to know her final destiny and quest She sobbed for awhile and regretted disassociation She was all for patch and reconciliation The fate had played cruel killer’s role She had nothing to remember except to recall I still remained unmoved with remark She had voluntarily go ahead and embarked Luck would have its own role to play I still felt sorry and was carried away I extended sympathy for her being alone Her life was devastated by cruel cyclone I could merely extend her the lip service I expressed sorrow for her husband demise She confided in me that she was here for her silly act She wanted to apprise me of her angle in fact It was not she who played the negative part It was painful for her to leave me alone and depart I stood speechless and heard her version I was getting to know her better with conversation She was going all along with natural expression It was not poetic but real heart burnt confession I couldn’t cry with her for very simple reason She was nice and had come as honest person She was not here for any help but to tender an apology I felt shame and couldn’t understand her psychology We all err in normal dealing We never go for any special healing If we can do it earnestly and in nicety It may add to color with natural beauty