The Lock And The Key Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

When you came in my company
You were the lock, I was the key.
The lock was lovely, bright and new;
How to open it, I sought the clue.
I took the lead as you weren’t free;
You were the lock; I was the key.
Then we got used to each other;
Unease fled from of us either.
Now we both have become rusty;
You are the lock; I was the key.
We often required to be oiled
To remove the rust although mild.
We are given no guarantee;
You are the lock; I was the key.