How may we tell what all we wished,
When in our trysts we seldom missed,
To put our heartened words across,
The fear of absence from our toss.
A litle sun, in a bundle of light,
Flew around, forth tandemed-night,
Sprawling, spanning, like scattered seeds,
Gleaming a sky, each silently heeds.
Leaning, inclined, wandered and smeared,
Warding the closures forsakingly feared,
Within each moment of present and past,
Sighting towards a view that would last.
As u leave, ur words behind,
Ur tender touch, your smile kind,
U leave me in a world well drawn,
Such that I see u in every dawn