One morning misty n fresh..
Down the streets ..
i was taking a walk.
Music buds kept playing...
As i had no one else to talk.
One-half a mile then..
Searched for a resting den..
Yes! Thr was a bench
on the peddlers path.
Rushed to it..
Before anyone could grab my part.
But i missed it..
As it got occupied by couple
Who seemed never to go apart!
The boy had a rose..
Which he hid frm her..
And there she was ..
In a curious state and
Made some enquiring gestures!
Boy swayed his hands and
Twisted and turned his fingers..
Of-course! A reply by gesture!
He then went on his knees
And offered her the flower !!
Stunned was she..And offered her the flower !!
But joy in her eyes unmatched!
No words they had but signs..
He thn placed her hand on his heart.
Tears of joy rolled down her face..
Within no time..and with no words
Both were each others world!!!
The purity of mutes!
Blessed are we.. or they..??
Left me thinking!
And i learned a lesson..tat
"To spread love ..
let LANGUAGE be not a barrier..
'Cz they too can and spread love..
Who 'talk' language of mutes!!!"
its SR..
