Poetry

It was yet another bright sunny summer day
and the sky was pure blue as if only just created by God,
up and down sparrows and weavers flew and nothing was odd,
butterflies fluttered and bees buzzed and it was if all was at play.
 
Your eyes were golden and bright like the sun
and in them I read messages of love,
there was a kind of beauty that nothing can remove
and around us the entire world was having fun.
 
Your smile was happy and the dearest thing,
something beautiful that caught the eye
and all around us different birds did fly
twittering and cooing and praising some did sing.
 
Since then I have learnt that all of life is ephemeral,
moments may deceive or be true,
even if there is something special between me and you
nothing in reality is eternal
 
and yet that day remains with me constantly.