He loved her, always, right from day one,
It was serious, sincere, wasn’t just fun.
But so very reserved, very shy was he,
This flame in his heart no one could see.
She was on his mind when he woke up each day,
He never spoke ever, but had an ear for what she’d say.
It was she - why he never had Monday office blues,
She missed office seldom; a star - always in the news.
Even as she typed next cube, it was melodious to him,
A day she’d ask for a pen; his smile would never dim.
Just to see her around made him feel so very good,
How charmed life’d be if things move ahead, if it ever would.
And then when she went on that long earned break,
It was stifling, boring, all office work seemed fake.
For first time he found work sucked; salary was too low,
And though he slogged, his output was painfully slow.
One fine morning like the first raindrops on a barren land,
A breath of fresh air - “Guys, I’m back!”; she extended her hand.
Her effect was the same; she was like the wind in his sail,
“FCFS: Sweets in my cube” - soon popped out in the mail.
“So what special this trip home?” people asked and waved,
“I’m so happy to announce all, last week I got engaged!”.
“Things fell in place quick, marriage dates would be out soon”,
And while others rejoiced; one boat was rocked by a typhoon.
Life changed between the two handshakes in just a little while,
“Congratulations!” he said, tried hard and mustered up a smile.
“Hey thanks so much, but how come you look so very ill?”,
“Oh… nothing… just the weather…” were all he could tell.
He has not yet been seen in office, been more than a week,
A silent worker in a big team; his absence didn’t really prick.
“He’s on vacation I guess…” - said one; “No, he’s ill” some others would say,
Heard her - “Poor chap, must be sick, his eyes were so watery the other day!”
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