Nira’s Tale of Love: IX

Banged the door once, twice, thrice……..

A hesitant smile welcomes thee.

A shyness filled the room;

Surprised at the guest without calm.

The evening was falling; insects were flying;

Towards the unseen destinies of ending.

Some beating wings on the ground;

She shook the man to turn around.

Inquired at the unexpected guest;

Puffing out smokes as the host.

Nira sat quietly in chair,

Pushing the man into calm despair.

Alone but not lonely was he,

Passionate and crazy was she.

Horses of might put off the cigar,

Might be a student of first year.

“What can I help you?” asked thee;

Silence filled the room as she knelt on knee.

Fearing at mad tears

He opened the doors making her clear.