Poetry makes me feel myself,
when the world around me forces itself,
to be a baton whose fire I burrow,
from the trenches of the world's sorrow,
Poetry alone sets me free,
talk my heart wholly to thee,
A dove in my heart, ready to spread,
the sought warmth, when malice instead,
I shall continually reach to you,
I, Just a mere null, without you...
Thou art an impression of my mind,
which pervades me for ever,
that all my chores are given strength,
and my faith on myself restored,
...
Drenched in the deep sea,
of dreams oscillating between,
varied imagery and vivid charm,
I lay on my bed unperturbed, calm,
...
The cloud of happiness is same as its kin of misery,
for all the moments of life hath its salt and jaggery,
For your mate shall be in your thought forever,
and the sweet memories shall cherish you as ever
...
Again the day has arrived,
To mark our friendship, forever tied!
All these years of glory, full of achievements,
making us cherish all pleasant,
...
To keep a promise,
Made me compromise,
Swirling the tide, unneeded,
the sudden thoughts to which I heeded,
...