The possibility

By Ankit Singh 

Dedicated to My Heart, my wife ~ Apoorva

(“ I have written this poem in future, date is 10 Jan 2072, my wife’s to be 77th Birthday, with an aim for sitting with her in our balcony , sipping coffee and discussing what was the possibility that we met,we fell in love and decided to be with each other for rest of our life.”)

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*The Possibility*


June of the Summer’s, birds in flight.
Shiny days and starry nights.

She walked alone with head held low.
Longing to see the crystal Snow.

23rd the day, it snowed heavily,
“What was the Possibility”
She asked herself.

It snowed like, it never had with the charm all round.
And there he was, standing among all, he was found.

She has waited for so long ,
27 Years 5 Months 12 Days to be precise.
She let herself loose and let go, held his hand and done the wise.

Quite a times, she didn’t trust
What was going on
Thinking of what all could in the world be possibly wrong.

Looking into her eyes, he asked “It’s all right my love for you to fright”
But just let me know
“What was the possibility?”
And why did u wait all these night?

She looked at him, smiled a bit .
Thinking of it - Meagre it was .
And held on to him tight,
For the rest of her Life.

❤️❤️❤️❤️

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