The Man with the Book

A lady walking with grace and poise,

On a clear autumn night, listening to the winds noise.

She settles down to find some peace,

At a café full of people with the night breeze.

A smile on her lips, eyes that weep.

A little shy, a little nervous too,

Cautious, yet not cold within,

A beauty someone failed to keep.

For someone did not treat her well,

She wonders why open up again,

No man deserves the gracious treasure,

A heart so pure without a measure.

The day brings on her cheerful smile,

From one day to another, a different style.

The night scares her and brings to the fore,

The weight of a past, her wounds too sore.

She lifts her eyes, and morning shines,

A bit of pain in those pretty eyes.

She fears God, but trusts him too,

A little old school, a little new.

As she sat down to find herself,

She looked at a table and the books on the shelf,

She wondered why she couldn't be with someone that night,

Someone to love and treat her right.

Just as she took the chair,

She looked at a man with a coffee beside,

Pretending to read his book,

Saving his wounded pride.

Something happened, she doesn't remember,

A bit of instinct, a bit of surrender,

She felt she had found the one,

But dint know if he was with someone.

She gazes hard, and looks all around,

For a clue about him, for some sort of sign,

Whether he would look at her,

And this was meant by the divine.

Her sores she tries hard to nurse,

The silly damsel, only burns.

For what she seeks to change,

Cannot vanish; but only re-arrange.

She forgets one cannot undo the past,

Nor change her story, or the cast,

Yet one day will come and all would be well,

She would have a happy tale to tell.

So she hopes and prays that day,

That the man with book could be swayed her way.

One couldn't pass her by without another look,

But she is saving her glance, for the one with the book.

She yearns for him to see,

The purity she so carefully hides,

Lovingly would she take your hands,

If lovingly would you be at her side.

She wonders why the man would look at her,

Walk with her till life's sun goes down,

She thinks he deserves much better,

Some pretty lady in an expensive gown.

All around are staring at her,

She shifts and wonders what is wrong,

And just when she is about to leave,

She gets a look from her man beyond.

Just a gaze and she forgets the rest,

Ready to hold him and be the bride,

Then quickly gets up,

Scared of the hurt inside,

Take the chance, or just run away and hide.

Before she leaves and walks away,

The man gets up and asks her to stay,

Between love and fear caught,

Her eyes have tears,

Her heart besought.

Another risk; just more pain,

Or a lifetime of healing,

She doesn't know its name.

She found herself on a clear autumn night,

Amidst the eyes and the fright.

She smiles now beneath the moon,

And tells a story of her lonely walk,

When she had been torn by a crook,

And she met her man with the book.