NOVEL~*Hiding behind a Stranger*~Thread 8~ Chapter 13 - UPD 20th Aug - Page 67

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

The story goes...

He was a man whom nobody knew about

But his Chachajaan loved him without any doubt

Providence helped her to see him close

When she had to go to tend his wounded horse

He marvelled at the nimbleness of her fingers

She at his softness despite his harsh appearance that lingered

He felt the electric impulse trigger his heart

Though he stood firmly unyielding to feelings of this sort

She understood his appreciation sensing his actions all the while

And he in turn understood her acknowledging her smiles

So clever is the author who avoids telling us directly

But through his thoughts she reveals it gently

About the bitter childhood he had undergone

Abused by his relatives in the days bygone

Thus we get to see the tip of the iceberg

Which hides the volume of sadness that may be very big...

Karkuzhali.

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

The story goes...

He was a man whom nobody knew about

But his Chachajaan loved him without any doubt

Providence helped her to see him close

When she had to go to tend his wounded horse

He marvelled at the nimbleness of her fingers

She at his softness despite his harsh appearance that lingered

He felt the electric impulse trigger his heart

Though he stood firmly unyielding to feelings of this sort

She understood his appreciation sensing his actions all the while

And he in turn understood her acknowledging her smiles

So clever is the author who avoids telling us directly

But through his thoughts she reveals it gently

About the bitter childhood he had undergone

Abused by his relatives in the days bygone

Thus we get to see the tip of the iceberg

Which hides the volume of sadness that may be very big...

Karkuzhali.

Originally posted by: harshu27

brilliancy at par aunty u summarised d whole chap in dis small poem amazing...⭐️👏

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

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Originally posted by: karkuzhali

Thank you Lashy and Harshu.🤗

Lashy,

1. I have made one or two small corrections to my poem, after you read it.

2. This time I had the starting trouble. I couldn't concentrate on the format..That is, how to blend his flash back thoughts with the current sequence.

3. What to include and what to omit.

4. My grandson and his wife move to a separate apartment today. I attended the "paal kaichum"(Milk boiling?😆) ceremony and was back very late. A little sentimental feeling was also there..

5. I took some time to pick the apt picture..( Dont know if it is apt😉)

And no comments about you remark attributing to me the adjective "romantic"😉😛

Periyamma.

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

Dear Lashy and other Baisas and Banjaras Hiding Behind A Stranger,

Good Night from a

"Romantic" senior Banjara.

Originally posted by: karkuzhali

The story goes...

He was a man whom nobody knew about

But his Chachajaan loved him without any doubt

Providence helped her to see him close

When she had to go to tend his wounded horse

He marvelled at the nimbleness of her fingers

She at his softness within his harsh appearance that lingered

He felt the electric impulse trigger his heart

Though he stood firmly unyielding to feelings of this sort

She understood his appreciation sensing his actions all the while

And he in turn understood her by acknowledging her smiles

So clever is the author who avoids telling us directly

But through his thoughts she reveals it gently

About the bitter childhood he had undergone

Abused by his relatives in the days bygone

Thus we get to see the tip of the iceberg

Which hides the volume of his sadness that may be very big...

Karkuzhali.