Offering

Oh! My love, the cause is our encounter

Dear! I married to you solitude

Too many whole nights, I cried with foggy mind

Early morning, I kiss liked dew kissing the flower

The dawn came with the bright Sundays, I cried

Then, Dear! I married to our separation

I was running all over city to collect memories

Then I hold our memories in the deep mind

I became crazy for you, this rat race

Then, Dear! I married to our separation

Life is a full up and down like a Rose plant

It has pain and pleasure like thorns and flowers

The flower is picked for its beauty

Other are left for bees to collect a sweet honey

My dear, my separation is not for pick

It is to reach peak of the spirituality