(Old Post 88).Beauty of Love

Beauty of Love

Someday when introduced newly at home

People were surprised to see this telephone

Unlike now, people could not connect directly

‘How can I help you? ‘Was dictum

Wherein first a person connected privately

This person of telephone exchange helped people with queries

This was the system existed we can find written in old diaries

A little boy all alone at home

Once dialled and heard a sweet tone

The lady had replied ‘How can I help you?’

The had his problems own

He had broken one of his bone

At home father had gone for job

He was bleeding on the top

The lady on being told about this

Suggested First Aid to problem of his

Boy later found mathematics unsolved problem few

Found same appealing voice ‘How can I help you?’

She not only solved mathematics problem few

But also the boys little dilemma new

He had no mum

And the lady treated him like a gem

She had no son of her own

Showered all love to this lad unknown

A day came…

His dad got transferred the month same

It was time to be shifted to new place

But little boy had never seen the lady’s face

The lady could not find the kids trace

Her memories indeed chased

 His aim was to grow up and meet her

Give her a rose and greet her

The day came when he visited his home

Dialled and expected the same tone

This time he heard again ‘How can I help you?’

The voice was little trembling but not new

After fifteen years he had heard that melody

He desired to meet the kind lady

She was so happy and knew in advance

That the boy would return back on getting chance

He had to leave the place for days two

Promised the lady to be back, said ‘see you’

The lady knew she might now live till then

Wrote him a note holding pen

Property of her to him she gave

Doctor couldn’t her life save

The boy came to her with a rose two more

But came to know she was no more..

The note had her feelings true

Consoled he to move on in life and he prove

He saw for the first and last time the lady’s face

He could see his mother’s warmth, affection base

Held her funeral the rose

And kissed her eyebrows

Cried to her saying words few

‘Please, on my call ask me, ‘How can I help you?’

 

But there was total silence sort

Voice echoed of her in his heart

‘Son, I’m in you, not apart

Now you should help yourself come out of this grief

Only then my soul can rest in peace

Body may die

Buried ashes may fly

But the soul is supreme

And is immortal extreme’

The young man always remembered this love

This was as pure and white as dove!!!

 

Composed by

Priyanka Kamath