Man of Success

Her last message was not goodbye.

It was like, “you are a nice guy…

but after a certain age,

a woman

can only love

a man of success.”

Next morning he was riding his bike very fast.

Wind with the loud howl was creeping inside

through unbuttoned part of his shirt.

The dark clouds in the horizon were giving a false impression

of a mountain range at the unreachable end.

All of a sudden it was raining.

Rain did not spare any part of his body.

He got himself a cappuccino in a nearby mall.

While supplying warm sips to his solitude,

he was only feeling thankful

that nature

is not

yet

aware

of the fact

that

he

is not

a man

of

success.

~Rashid Abbasi