Hulawali
In the midday sun, he strove, a noble feat,
Cooling the intense heat with thoughts so sweet.
Journeying in duty, in dedication’s embrace,
Matrimony’s path, a sacred, timeless grace.
To adorn her neck, strands of silver twined,
A symbol of love, forever entwined.
In his humble hut, their story took root,
Clothed in his shawl, a love absolute.
But dreams can be fickle, hopes can be thwarted,
The strand unworn, love’s essence contorted.
Four letters that spell love, a promise untold,
Yet, in the night, warmth sometimes grows cold.
No need for tears on the day love takes flight,
For the meaning of love transcends the night.
In the tapestry of life, emotions may soar,
Yet the truest love, godliness does implore.
