She was wearing yellow kameez
Beneath it was a white salwar
Lips swollen pink
Eyes beautiful but sink
On the beautiful sunny day
She met me the first time
She had taken off despair
As if she wished to shed that forever
But she knew
This would have to be wore as she moved out from this door
Just as life lies loaded on her beautiful
and flexible core
On meeting second time
She opened up and dare to say
It is difficult to forget
Who has gone away
Once again I will have to find a fresh breeze
Will have to look for some stable crease
Inspite of channel gate
Of responsibilities n age
What will happen now to this vacant soul
Only love can fill this up all
That one gets with difficulty
And that which is full of difficulties.