MIND WALKED AWAY

One night she just came in my talks, as a friend,

As if she just returned from her travel from woods,

She was cool, with some questions to ask me,

That I noticed in her words that ciphers a code

“I am tired and want to take rest, all are dirty here.”

I remember she was so saying even if I put confidence.

The syllables of her talks were cool yet vigorous,

It seemed she was reading a book of adventure,

That contained life, fire, clung senses emblazoned

That she had just past over as woods were in fire.

I then kept me questioning what she felt so hard,

She just said in tune of affection, “My mind walked away.”

This changed my mood, and I said, “Forget the childish play.”

I told it in my sympathy, as she was missing something,

For the wrong journey that she took part innocently,

She then replied in cool voice, “Mind cannot borrow love.

I just moved in a search what the flock finds in this earth.”

Then she stayed in silence as if she was thinking in a shell.

I did wait for her, as I was wonder as she was really had love,

And I said very gently, “Do not think much, all will be OK.”

She just made another reply, “I walked a long way,

To have a paddle on a love domain, now it is empty, I return.

My mind had gone frustrated as life cannot obtain everything.”

I remained silent as if I was dissolved in flowing of her feeling.