Giny and Rodika

Wrote this poetry in a competiton for story writing in NIFT, Bangalore. Do read. and of course feel free to critisize.

Date: July 2006


“Hello, good evening this is Giny,
I am here to give you tips,
As to how earn quick penny,
Without hiccups and any slips.”

Addressing so, Giny, gave a smile
For the thousandth time since he came.
He was smiling all the while,
On his prevailing, spreading fame.

He saw across the audience,
Some sleepy, some attentive, some tense.
His gaze then locked at one,
Yes! Sitting was Rodika and none.

Oh, he remembered how she was.
Oh, he saw how she is.
He loved her then without a cause.
Wanted to be with, without a pause.

Oh, how he missed her, he only knew,
Where she was, he hadn’t any clue.
It was ten years separation and not a few,
But bonded was his heart with loves glue.

He stopped his lecture abruptly,
And ran to her, so briskly,
“Hi! This is Giny, remember times old?
Hey can we meet at 7, Hotel Gold?”

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He was waiting for the dinner,
Combing hair, to be a winner,
He waited for a while,
In hotel itself walked a mile.

Yes! He saw her face,
And remembered all her grace,
But, oh, God, what you have done
Limping she was, his one.

She had now, just one leg.
To god now, he couldn’t even beg.
But he remembered what she was,
His one, the one he loved.

He went ahead and gave her his hand,
She caught it, and he in wonderland,
Asked her, “My Dear,
Will you marry me?”