It was you, whom I remember everyday, Morning I wake, wish to have you beside, Its just a thought of mind, which play, With my emotions, And with dawn of day it subside, Irritating may be, when I overtalk, But its inner feelings, exerted in words, Shall stop, On consent for long walk, With me, each second shall pack in my hoards, Few moments in life, Your presence has sparkled, With utmost pleasure, Which would always be marked, and silence would be abided.
