Sun rose high above a gloomy Monday,
a father and son silenced in a blue car.
He gazed outside the busy streets of Pala
while his father took over the wheels.
They went past statue and his dad broke the silence,
"How are you doing?"
expecting an answer from the back
that ended with a single sigh.
He drove along the bridge, over the lake
and threw a question on studies
which he answered,
but in a single word.
As distance went by, words just added up.
As distance went by, bonds just added up.
Time pass by, so did clouds spread
and the heavy rain washed away the blue.
Talk went long along the NH till their home.
A bond was born again,
with a trail of blue, dripping along the Gandhi street.
a father and son silenced in a blue car.
He gazed outside the busy streets of Pala
while his father took over the wheels.
They went past statue and his dad broke the silence,
"How are you doing?"
expecting an answer from the back
that ended with a single sigh.
He drove along the bridge, over the lake
and threw a question on studies
which he answered,
but in a single word.
As distance went by, words just added up.
As distance went by, bonds just added up.
Time pass by, so did clouds spread
and the heavy rain washed away the blue.
Talk went long along the NH till their home.
A bond was born again,
with a trail of blue, dripping along the Gandhi street.
I was imagining them in a convertible, then came rain☹️ Heavy Rain!
ReplyDeleteThe catharsis at the end is refreshing and the mode of evolution of this relationship is something, that I believe, we all experience. However, this evolution could be made more explicit by treating the beginning a little differently. Perhaps making the rift between the two individuals involved a little more evident might help...
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