Working in Allahabad Bank as a Senior Manager. A post graduate in political science)
To My Wife
It was destined to be
And so we parted
You pleaded
We shed tears
But no
Nothing happened
We fought
We loved
We dreamt
We planned the future
A home
Full of dreams
A garden
Full of roses
A child
Full of smile
But they all vanished
Into a dream
It was all
Destined to be
I promised you
My sweetheart
I will be back
With the speed of light
After I arrange
A house to live
And bring you back
To enjoy the life
The sweetness
The bitterness
The beauty
The charm
Of the metropolis
But no
That was not to be
Oh my better half
I feel ashamed
Ashamed of myself
Now I have begun to feel
Do I deserve
To be called a husband
Am I worthy still
Gentle as you are
Oh soft moving wind
Wont you be my messenger
And carry the message for me
To my wife far away
I still love you
And I always think of you
Desire to sleep
Has vanished now
Spring has arrived
In the night
In the wake of the storm
simplicity and sweetness