Swinged, till her last breath

A Dedication to my swing on which I grew. It heard me, caressed me without being judgemental.

She came into my life, just when I needed a friend.
I met her on that beautiful Sunday afternoon.

She was different from her tall and strong physical features.
But I did not judge her based on her appearance.

In no time she became my best friend.
A person in whom I could confide my secrets.
She would listen to me for hours together with just a smile.

She taught me the importance of being strong but soft at heart.

Of being true to oneself and still not lose our originality, irrespective of how the world treats you.
She was the one; I would look for in my low.
She would hug and remind me of all the beautiful things I was missing.

While being engrossed in the unknown fears of life, I held her.
Strong hands, never fearing of leaving me in time of distress.

She collected raindrops, to sprinkle on me.
And blew those away; resting on my face.

Laughing all while like an innocent child,
who had just witnessed her mom’ smile.
She was the one who covered me with her veil against the summer heat.

The warmth of a mother’s lap, in which I slept.

She kept me warm on those cold nights by holding me tight.
Against her bosom, till I smiled in my dreams.

With time, I moved on forgetting the promise to see her often.
And when I finally saw her, she had grown pale and weak.

She stood all seasons waiting for me to confide on her.
Her arms were frail and trembled while hugging me.

But what caught my eyes were the deep scratches on her.
Deep scratches of an angry friend, of a happy heart.

Scratches of many; as memories left behind.
Looking at me, she just smiled and her eyes spoke these words,

“I know what I have given you…
I do not know what you have received.”
…and stood there with her unshakable soul.

This is the Story of My Dear Swing, which is still standing on the premises of my Favourite childhood park, my apartment called “Lava-Kusa.

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems,love the feelings