Tête-à-Tête

Listen, passerine
Today I will tell you a story
of a li’l girl, Lily.
An orphan,
A poor illiterate lass,
Who used to sell roses on the streets.
Met a man one monsoon,
Who got plunged in to the sludge.
Its irony,
Literates kept on staring,
No one helped,
came down running
the illiterate Lily
for help,
Gesture touches the man’s heart.
Next day,
the kind man came again,
and took her along
raised her like his daughter.
You know, my dear
li’l Lily is a full grown up now
and
likes talking to birds like you!!
The End.
– Elysian