Glimpses of Rosy (my neighbor), pruning flowers in her balcony,
have etched permanent refuge in my bachelor heart.
She needed help today.
Seemed to be going out on tour,
and I was only too willing, needless to say.
Her melodic voice immersed me,"Oh Ronnie! Imagine,
I've lost the keys to my rooms! How, oh how will I get in
on my return?"
"We may make duplicates?", I put in.
She didn't listen, only blared, "I've got
twenty more minutes on hand!
Ronnie dear, can't you climb up
the pipes and bang
in through
the rear window?"
Even a bolt from the blue wouldn't have struck me harder.
I reasoned, I was no rock climber.
She didn't listen, but argued, "How
do the thieves do it, then?"
(Oh, had I been a thief, I would have stolen her heart, earlier!)
"Why not call the Fire Fighters, these people have . . "
She interrupted,"Why am I asking YOU, then?
I thought, you are brave enough to do this for ME."
Her sighs stirred me up, even heroes are human, eh?
"OK, so be it . . . here I go! . . . "
My upward journey was stuffed with slips, hiccups, shrieks, scrapes, scratches . . .
By the time I reached the sixth floor, my shirt was torn to bits;
I could sense the earth rotating under my feet!
Yet my endeavors seemed fruitless, the wretched "rear window" didn't give in.
By this time, a group of cheerleaders ( gang of schoolchildren returning home)
have joined Rosy, yelling "COME DOWN!"
Sir Isaac Newton might have been amused,
had he been a witness to the struggle of a "human"
against the gravity, and along with it!
My downward trip contained more of slips, cheers, shrieks, scratches . . .
At the end of it all, my beaming Rosy gifted me a charming smile, and said,
"Thanks Ronnie, watching your heroics I got assured - it won't be an easy work for burglars!
I wanted to make sure! But do take care of your ankle, its swollen, and do not neglect the bruises,
apply some . . . "
OH!!!
I didn't hear what else she said.
