The essence of Nature is something divine,
It works to unite the souls apart.
No matter how different two people are,
It provokes sparks in both of the hearts.

Once I was vernal and carefree,
Living my life with no one's intervention.
I fixated only on living a better today,
My passions were a happy intellection.

That day I was swinging in the park waiting for the bus,
When the clouds poured themselves on the ground.
I ran to seek shelter at the bus stop,
In the deserted hour, there was only one to be found.

Promptitude seized me to look the other way,
But the damage was done the moment our eyes met.
His eyes stole all my words away,
I'd never believed in love at first sight yet.

My amateurish self dropped the bag that I had,
He helped me and then our hands touched.
Goosebumps invaded my shaky frame,
I thanked him and as for the bag, I clutched.

Soon it became my diurnal quirk,
To watch him come for the late bus.
During this time, we got to know each other in solace,
For no one came there apart from us.

I regretted why we didn't meet earlier,
There was so much I wanted to know.
I loved our talks and the way his eyes dreamt,
First all of a sudden and then very slow.

"Was that love?" was the question in both of our hearts,
But neither had the courage to confess to the other.
Feeling happy and like bonded soulmates,
I wished we could be together beholding the ether.

Eight months passed in the same way,
Each day I felt getting even closer to him.
I realised he was about to acknowledge that love soon,
Gone were the days when I happened to be grim.

Next day, he delayed even more than the bus,
I waved at him separated by a thick monsoon shower in between.
Then came a deafening sound, he'd got hit by a car,
I went insane and ran to that fussy scene.

Blood left his body as the Mississippi flows,
His quivering hand in mine as I held him in my lap.
My stained eyes saw his lips speak out he loved me,
I returned it and Nature ebbed away all his life sap.

Two souls met on this Earth following their stars,
Each radiating infinite love in the other's name.
What was meant to be happened, occurred,
He was never mine to lose, but I lost him all the same.