by Lurie Park
Winner of writer's cramp
|Winner of writer's cramp 🏆
I took a flight from France and landed on England.
My mother had told me that it is my motherland.
I had gone there for some business
But met a beautiful air hostess.
Our glances suddenly exchanged.
I think she was a bit enraged.
She tried to overcome her shyness
And spoke, " What would you like my highness?"
Her voice was sweet as sugar.
I wished to make her my lover.
Slowly she developed some feeling.
So I took her to my place in Ealing.
We used to walk and talk together.
We used to overcome obstacles whatever.
I bought a ring and proposed her on the same day.
When her ex-lover returned to her from Bombay.
She went back to him without even noticing me.
She never knew that she took all my glee.
I immediately went to my room and picked up my backpack.
I'm going to France, and I will never come back.