It never happened!

It never happened!

Your inoculative stare

was fortuitous and infectious

on your passing by the bar,

later to be introduced, drawn

by your felicitous wink.

But your colouring book

had no colours

I had no pencils,

together the mix

was never made,

remaining a blank canvas;

as we were 

before we started.

Reviews

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Mesmerising thoughts can be felt through this poem!
"remaining a blank canvas;

as we were

before we started."
Thank you for sharing!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you tarzeen