Only Maybe
I was scrutinizing him with a degree of curiosity
As I never saw a bohemian artist face to face.
In my surrounding, I saw many, many people…
Nice people, amicable and gentle, friendly…
Intelligent and courageous people …
But I never saw a bohemian artist face to face.
He met us. It was a happy time indeed to greet.
Although, he was a very silent type.
Ten questions could get one answer only
Which made me think he is an introvert person.
And I was defining him as an introvert artist.
And I felt that the story is somewhat incomplete.
We parted eventually. The time to farewell.
He hugged and kissed my naughty little one.
And I thought he could be a great family man
And I was defining him as an artist who is a family guy.
But I did not see a bohemian artist in him, yet.
And I felt that the story is somewhat incomplete.
He left an envelope, wrapped in ribbons
Handed it to me and requested once
to open it after he hit the road, finally.
I kept my words, and then I opened it.
A deep eloquent silence introduced me to a poem, then
And I realized, only maybe, he is a bohemian type of one.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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