Sensible Gibberish

A short love story

Upon the mantic beliefs of the upcoming war,
the young generation was sent to places far away
To be brought up away from harm’s way

The war was over, so to say…
Ataraxia long lost in the inhabitants of the neighbouring at war territories

Sent away to this faraway land
were the lads and the lasses of warring lands;

To a party she was invited
And oblige she did as she was not a loner;
She brought with her some halva
For the host in his honour;

Taking gifts for the host
She did not think of these as vexes,
Her newly learnt culinary skills
She put unto praxis;

The semilunar pieces of halva was tasted and liked by the host
And on seeking her permission was shared to be savoured by most;

As serendipitous as it would be,
searching for the hands that made this sapid dish, his eyes upon her did fall;
She who was blushing away for her gift was appreciated by all;

He was visiting the party as guest of a friend in this alien land
Took a bite of this halva and was reminded of his homeland;

The halva with plentiful butternut unique to his side of the boundary
Made him think of her from his own land
She relished the delectable butternut from the neighbouring land
Glad it was not contraband

They met and talked and were attracted to each other
And best did he try to find all about her
For he was meticulous and systematic
and not the one for ‘a lick and a promise’

It was thus that they happened to know
Wishing the boundaries separating their lands were shallow and low
For it had taken with it not just warriors but lovers in tow.

As was the zeitgeist, such a liaison across the boundaries was taboo;
And so was the love story short lived and they bid adieu!