A Short Story in Rhyme:
On her Graduation Day, Siquafa D'Souza
Received a package of two signed Anthologies–
They were authored by a Sahil —the Known Stranger—
With full five thousand lovelorn, sweetest eulogies.
She couldn't believe her eyes— truth had become his lies,
Tears rolled down her awestruck cheeks —ah, still bloodred, blushing:
"How could he remember me for five long, long years!"
The culmination of his cares she was seeing.
"I have fulfilled my promise this life", he had signed,
She touched his name, and whispered —"I purple you forev'r—
I rememb'r my promise of Afterlife“, she signed—
(In this life, they didn't meet once -ah, never ever).
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