A Vagabond & A Beauty

He was a vagabond, a wanderer at heart,

She was beautiful and in chains.

He was strong … She was insecure.

As they stray away with no love in sight…

She breaks her chains and he holds her hand…

They pass through mountains and swim over oceans,

Holding a straw in their hands …

A habit which slowly changes into love but time keeps them apart.

Destiny tries them over and over again…

They build an anchor and spread their wings…

Birds come and make their nest straw by straw.

He proves his love every day and confines himself…

She looks for shelter on shaky grounds.

Her asking eyes ask the same question everyday…

He stops them each time in every way…

If only she would trust him…

If only he could take her along…

He stands up and grows …

As he knows sky is the limit…

She prays and holds her nest with both her hands…

Time passes and love gets entangled in the cobwebs of life…

He still stands and she still prays…

Many a decades later…

He is still a vagabond… She is still insecure…

Now both are chained…

Should I say in Love…!!!