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The Late Entrant

She entered the room in a wheelchair to the surprise of many. All eyes were on her for she could never walk but her eyes were searching for him. He walked up to her and her heart skipped a few beats. He lifted her in his arms and kissed her like they were the only people in the room.

Even the musicians stopped playing and the party came to a standstill.

As they broke off the kiss she caught the eyes of the women in the room; all yearning to be loved.

A prayer escaped her heart for her lover.

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  1. July 1, 2013 at 6:51 pm

    Brilliant, this one, Sriram.

    • July 2, 2013 at 2:19 am

      I never knew my love stories will get me a loyal readership and that too from a poet no less :). Truly honoured, I am.

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