It Isn't the last time

IT ISN’T LAST TIME

In those valleys, I don’t know how many love stories had triumphed
The drifting snows, the fluttering breezes and singings breezed.
In that Himalayas beauty were two love birds,
Sole mates who loved with mighty dears.

One usual day after the woodcutter returned from wood,
And she sat their admiring her life and cooking food
She asked, “Will this beautiful dream ever end?”
“No never. Not even with world’s end!”

But one fine day while he was crossing,
The market place with valley overlooking,
When an old victim of lady beauty’s skim,
With passion pulling his wits out of him.

Coming across his incomplete love’s cause,
He declared, “It’s all over for you.”
And without a warning he pushed him in valley’s claws
Hearing the news of demise she came as if by flew.

She cried, “OH! My love you can’t leave me
alone in this sinful world so bloody”
Then she flunked herself in valley,
To meet her soul mate eternally.

As the mournful story spread around,
The place of their departure was turned into pilgrimage,
Thence, years and years passed,
Somewhere in this new era they again came.

But their love now wasn’t so happy go lucky
For after ascending from heavens,
Earth gave them different dwellings,
Also there was a lot of tragedy.

Till the time they were in late teens,
The years were of disasters ruling
The destructions by man were showing calamities.
And it was time for mass flooding due to global warming.

When the tsunamis were near her costal area,
The family set towards country’s interior,
But good things don’t happen in crowded cluster
And in rush and shout she was lost in unknown area.

And as lonely girl roamed around,
The unemployed resident him she met,
It just took eyes to find,
Love so deep, in heart’s relation so instinct.

He said, “One day we’ll meet I knew it my hear told”
She asked, “but why it had to be in the world’s end?”
The lover replied, “How can it ever end when you are at my stand?”
Tearfully she said, “there is no death in love so where is beginning and end?”                   
                                                      -Manika Jain