All the books stacked in order,
in the huge, air-conditioned library.
Facing towards a man I sit,
trying to read the book ‘The Alchemist’.
His clear blue eyes,
matching the heavenly sky.
His long, soft fingers,
flipping the pages.
Like the wind touching the flowers of a garden,
his hand combs his hair to harden.
Sitting next to the glass window,
his eyes gaze outside the busy shore.
Stunningly featured, his smile,
looks at me for a while.
Like the white pearls strung to the chain,
his grinning teeth adorned his face.
Just as I wished,
It was time to bid
goodbye to the moment;
the moment cherished for some time. Amen!