Pure love

He still remembers the good old days,
When they wrote letters to each other,
He then thought he could love no other.
But during the school years he had to face
The cruel sword of fate that led to separation,
It was his own decision, but the frustration
Still boggles his mind. They were kids back then,
Did they know what life is and what is pain?
But the very first thing that comes to mind
When he recalls the school years again,
Is her. Her name is like an engraved inscription
On a ruined monument of evanescent love,
She was pure like no other, a gift from above,
She was everything that is unspoilt by reality,
Untouched by the world’s cynicism and lack of morality
And her name was Kemale or “black-eyed” girl.
A straight “A” student, always quiet and humble,
A portrayal of a real lady with all the qualities
That a girl should possess. And now his memory stumbles
Upon the joyous moments of those distant school years
Every time he sorts through old stuff in his room
And the old love still haunts him, which he’d never assume.

(Based on my first novel)
By Tom Abdulali (my pen-name)