I had told you about Hengloo
I was fond of feeding him
he was fond of me.

I had told you too
Come Saturdays
returns the pain
of not seeing those waiting eyes.

Now you ask me
why I write these all over again?

For at the grocer's
came a brown cow
his dangling head
his storm-cloud eyes
signing to me
feed me
I too am hungry.

So this Wednesday evening
with my socks still worn
a love is born.

I hear a voice say
Here I send a new friend
find me in him.

My socks still worn
I dip my hand
deep into
to find more friends...

Saturday is just three days away.

Had I devoted my lifetime writing on her
I wouldn’t have gone far.

*The loveliest woman she’s calm and quiet
Endures the tantrums of a none-too-good poet
She speaks so little her eyes are oceans
Silent demonstrator of the deepest emotions!

She is hardly heard on her demands are hard
Her secret dreams get no fanciful word
Isn’t a wife a mother she is beyond and more
A balm of burned heart a smile at the door!

She is the evening in the deep summer noon
Quench of soul’s thirst mind’s melodious tune
The rain on parched earth scent of the soil
The priceless fruit best reward of God’s toil!

She is the harbinger of all aspirations’ seeds
The carer the giver the nourisher of needs
She stands where seems the end of the road
Makes a life full a home love’s abode!

He wore himself out in her dream.

Saw her from a distance
That made her alluring
Hid what were not,

He crooned to draw her closer.

She remained no more aloof.

Proximity revealed the intricacies
When they started living under same roof.

Impale me with truth

Break me not with false promises.

Beckons him the freedom’s verge
Atop's blue ring
Lures him the wings’ urge
To think nothing,

Lies his feet
On window ledge
He sees the writ,

His heartbeat
Says this *******
Is bitter sweet!

He could make the world his home
The span endless

He could wherever freely roam
Stay every place,

Yet his feet on window ledge
Shun the move

Ponders mind on freedom’s edge
The lovely groove!

Who else but only the miser knows
Preciousness of attachment!*

He would not easily give up, not easily part
Loss of what he values easily breaks his heart!

He demeans not one object, knows to love not discard
Treasures each possession, each zealously guards!

Nothing for him grows old, with each he’s intimate
His ownership is blind, associations passionate!

Never demean the miser, rather adore his commitment
None else but only he knows true meanings of attachment!

Happiness I would let the world know
the griefs would be buried in my mind
when I take the last bow
would love to leave a joyous trail behind.

Smiles I would let the world see
the tears would lie hidden in my eyes
when the earthly bond sets me free
would love to leave a memory of sunrise.

Dark nights they are all mine
rivers of sorrow in my veins
I would tell you only of sunshine
would love to leave no trace of my pains.

Little happiness is all I would expose
my sketchbook of each silver line
when the days for me come to close
the graved sadness would be all mine.

You needn’t so elaborately state
You don’t want to complicate.

Between my awes at the centuries old sculptures
She was lost from my sight.

Maybe a minute only I thought
But why she should roam alone?
Against my wish I fought
To call her on the cellphone.

Should I go to track her out
Peeping through windows’ iron bars
But spoke in me a voice of doubt
Unnecessary she couldn’t be gone far.

108 dark holy spires
She could be under any of them
Caught in the winter’s desire
For a round of hide-n-seek game.

Sometimes a minute could be eerily long
For the shadows of fear to haunt you
What if the wait’s end never comes along
And she forever remains out of view.

Didn’t know when she quietly stood behind
Her nudge gave me a start

*I know what now occupies your mind
Those displays of the ****** art!

Seven trees* she cried
Clutching each other
Seven trees all heading for the sky!

Past the distance I saw her smile
As the drizzle passed us by!

Not all them can grow as tall
Though each would love to go high
But the seven trees tied in one dream
Would one day soar to the sky!

One bore alluring fruits
Another stuck out thorns
One grew maze of entwined roots
Another was bitter born!

One grew without even one care
Yet shades men in all weather
One was dark bark another fair
But all happy to be just there!

I took her hand in mine
Her eyes turned after rain shy
Then drunk in the smell of earthen wine
We took one flight to the sky!

I do love Saturdays,
for crafting in mastery a Sunday
that's a master at breaking promises,

a S(hu)unday when she breaks her promises
I invariably break mine
and soon Sunday fades like a penciled line
leaving the Mon(strous)day to glare at you!

I do love Saturdays
with the prospect of a Sunday
with no prospect of ever keeping the commitments
and let the day speed by!

I do love Saturdays
the day I can freely lie
and realize why
I do need a Sunday!

I do love Saturdays
for we pair up well,

*commit all and fail!

She was standing at the temple gate
Beside where hung the big padlock
Sorry sir you are by an hour late
The temple will reopen at four o’clock.

I had gone at the abode of the goddess
To be blessed by touching her feet
Forgetting she too needed a recess
After standing hours for the devout's meet.

My watch told me an hour was not too soon
And time would run out without seeing more
But the banyan’s shade of the early summer noon
In its sunlight and shadows held something in store.

The girl at the gate gave an all knowing smile
An hour’s wait sir would not go in vain
The goddess’ face at the end of the weary mile
Would make you forget all your travel’s pain.

Her smiles broke through the dark tan of her skin
The barefoot girl watching over that godforsaken hamlet
And as from the river the southern wind blew in
I decided to wait with her at the temple gate.

Then we walked to the river following the wind’s smell
She showed me on the bank the zamindar’s broken palace
Took me to the cornfields boastful in their golden swell
Before the hour flew us back to the temple’s terrace.

When I asked her about her school and standard
In her eyes I found rising the rustic river’s mist

*Doing it all by himself is for my father too hard
In the chores of worship he needs me to assist.

Watch their belly
their dying eyes
know all my talks of wisdom
are my escapes in disguise!

If I had littlest shame
and a belief in the claim
I'm humane

I would not have let them stray
but killed them with the bullet's spray!

If I can't help them live
if their numbers I don't contain
if letting them be there is no gain
why not **** the stray with the bullet's spray?

I move around with a bowl of rice
small hand small bowl teeming mouth
in the blind belief
if I try

*some of them may still not die!

A hundred bucks I gave her

She was not selling herself

She asked it for help

His man drunk too much

With life he paid

He has left me a beggar

She lamented

Starting with the cost of his last rites

My days will now be an endless fight

A hundred bucks I gave her

And closed the door

She wasn’t in my thought anymore

Till last night in the dim moon’s glow

I caught two moving shadows

Of her with another man, a stranger.

As her laughter rippled the night

I nodded.

She wouldn’t give up without a fight.

He went from one room to the other

Unable to go any farther

He came out to unburden
At his open garden

There too stopped him
The inverted bowl of blue

That like the ground’s glue
Entrap in dream!

He knew there’s no escape at free will

from this freaky deal!

Wished he had the guts to hold a gun

*And bleed himself under the sun!

moonlight's shadows on bats' wings
in the sky the stars abound
but keep me busy so many things
my eyes are stuck in ground.

my mind is stuck in arithmetic
the end of day accounts
so little time to be romantic
unfelt has lost all count.

croons unheard the unseen nightjar
***** owls' eyes glow
my mind still finds too little to stir
to pause a while go slow.

mystic night is lilting unheard
the moon still hopeful round
I'm busy picking the shards
of a mirage strewn around.

magpie robin on her black and white wings
all day seems to frolic twitters sweetest nothings
is she singing her songs to lay a lover's trap
or love she isn't searching but her hunger's scrap!

she's the cutest damsel hopping the ledges for insect
with no rainbow on her plumes yet dazzlingly perfect
is she whistling to catch a heart find for her one good mate
or it's only her hunger's call still can wait her first date!

in the sleepy noons rends the air her plaintive cries
drunk in the desire that comes renewed each sunrise
is she pursuing tireless for her love nest a golden straw
or her pursuit is not of passion but fending hunger's gnaw!

when the evening comes she finds herself a perch
tranced in night's lullaby under the starry arch
is she still in her sleep singing for love to born
or she's is just dreaming her hunger's golden corn!

It's only today
and yesterday seems never was
believed its promise to stay
never thought it was so treacherous!

It's only today
and yesterday seems like a tale
that was blown way
in today's howling gale!

It's only today
and yesterday had never been
just an imagined way
never walked ever unseen!

It's only today
and yesterday was never born
somehow lost its way
in the womb of today's morn!

Blurred and fast they race
the intangible senses on my walkway
dragging me through a maze of madness
my perceived traverse of each day!

As I try to feel them in their fullness
save each as a precious find
they melt away in their secluded recess
leaving me to ***** in my mind!

I search bewitched in their spell
if can find a trace of their tint
but only see upon the trail
their inscrutable footprint!

Thus I traverse each day
seeking to unravel the maze
of my indecipherable walkway
obscured in yet ungrasped haze!

They still follow the lizard’s motion
Her eyes a sky mirrored in ocean
My oldest mate at the kitchen door
She wants love and nothing more!

At age of six a grand old dame
Understands when called by name
Her furs are white grey fleck on head
She’s a ravishing beauty heaven made!

I still don’t know her fondness how
Sings the notes of melody’s meow
Her profound eyes they forever plead
I want your love more I don’t need!

In the morn’s hour when making tea
Her loving look births the first poetry
Tell her lips her heart’s tender purr
Love me a little don’t keep me far!

When I pour her morning’s due
Croon her name to give her the cue
Blue ocean’s eyes in gratitude say
Love me a little I’ll make your day!

In between
the day's weight and sweat
waits within
to come out the poet.

Through the daily chore
a life of commoner
remains at core
the poet a loner.

The poet a loner
one commoner
of the silent tears
a willing owner.

In between
the night's resting state
works within
to come out the poet.

On the night's bed
they quietly dawn
on the burdened head
make the poet more alone.

*The poet all alone
the one too common
but all the silent tears
just cannot disown.

Now that I’m growing young / into my second childhood
I’ve decided to forsake / brooding brows and swinging mood
All things that I tell now / and all stuff that I read
All thoughts I jot on paper / must be understood by a kid.

Now that I’m growing young / turning green once more
I have decided to think simple / leave behind the abstract’s door
All things that I do now / all thoughts that I seed
All words I shoot from mouth / must be understood by a kid.

Now that I’m growing young / I must not find it hard
To not beat about the bush / speak straight not mincing word
All words that I speak or write / all words the others read
All my penning on the paper / must be understood by a kid.

Now that I’m growing young / I must break each old rule
Make clarity my hallmark / lucid expressions my tool
Whatever price I have to pay / would not pay the abstruse a heed
All my outpouring on the canvas / must be understood by a kid.

Lured by the bait of a golden trap
Got down on the road for one quick snap
Season’s harvest lay the gleaming yield
Pains of seeding sprouted fulfilled!

May I take a shot of this wondrous show
Of homing the crop in its brightest glow
Would you mind if take a photo or two
To carry with me this freshest hue!

A hint of a smile broke her lipline
She said please don’t take any of mine
For the harvest can take as many you need
Of the pastures stretching far across the mead!

But as one you know bred in the city
Smart and scheming gainfully witty
I said the soil you must have perfectly tilled
To have reaped now this abundant yield!

Won’t hide my wish to you won’t lie
Some I would take home if you let me buy
To remind me of the glory of your toil
Spent on the farmland rewarded by the soil!

On her lips now broke a girl’s rippling laugh
Why sir I would give you of what we have enough
To give you some as gift would be a pleasure nice
Can’t stoop so low as to charge you a price!

She put in my bag some of her bumper yield
Her heart’s gift to a stranger his wishes fulfilled
As I drove away from her leaving her on her land
Through the window I saw love’s waving hand!

love is one fruit
that with ripeness
does not fall.

Go hold him** their voices sounded silent as in dream
I stood a dumb doll making no move to close in on him
he was there so near me only away an arm's length
but I held my ground frozen ****** of all my strength!

I watched him fall in slow motion transfixed in my place
a frantic appeal in his eyes a disaster looking at his face
if only I had taken one step restored him lost balance
how could I, I was not moving, stayed rooted there in trance!

Grab him they shouted but came their voices from far
a lullaby no wake up call traveling from distant most star
how could I move one step do something to keep him upright
by design I was the most helpless closest to disaster's site!

In that year long minute just one wish haunted my stupored mind
my ears would catch sounds of footsteps of the ones standing behind
someone would catch the falling man reach the site going ahead of me
there was no way would move my feet prevent happening of the calamity!

If you have to be at a loss

be it fat.

I put me up for sale

Counting on your help

Praying I don’t fail

To advertise myself!

Up for sale, advertising myself?

Yea, exactly what I do

Not for the gain of power or pelf

*For reaching the heart of you!

Relations are hard to maintain often with the best you do
still do spare even a stranger sweet words one or two
there is no levy on sweet dealings no price heavy to pay
when you greet the unfamiliar you only make your day.

There's no meekness in being good
all strangers we are at this place
blessed are those who wish they could
make each face manifest happiness.

You may have seen rise of many a wall
gaping void in seeming closeness
you would do well not to turn cynical
but try to make the world a better place.

Even your best efforts would not ensure
no blood leaves a stain on your hand
but if you can bring even one ache a cure
you justify your place on this land.

today eyes found white clouds reading a little hard
monitor screen slightly remote prints a little blurred
gathered a few teardrops vision felt the pang of strain
it was then the mind drifted white clouds brought a rain!

from now on sunshine would not all be that bright
patch of crooked darkness would cry out for light
a curtain would come on way block the color's shade
things would no more look the way they are made!

the lens would not capture what's finer for eyes
beauties in smallness textures in disguise
blueness of sky the raw greenness of grass
would stale when looked through a pair of glass!

today white clouds brought the first layer of film
turned the nooks darker made daylight look dim
gathered a few teardrops vision felt the pang of strain
mind knew from now on life would not be same again!

Fluffy kitten love smitten fighting over milk
Itching finger on them linger cuddly glossy silk
Ocean blue eyes love undisguised seven heaven’s glow
Oh God be broad see they do not quickly enough grow.

On the cushion mischief mission ripping pillow part
Though it demand can’t raise hand cruel is not heart
Indulgent look mildly rebuke faked in anger’s voice
Watching them mad in game is heavenly rejoice.

One on other sister brother dizzying somersault
If the vase is broken surely not for their fault
Sing lullaby show the TV sleep is far away
Make the pretense all nonsense but a playful day.

Again a boy lovingly toy tender tiny paw
They’re too smart never do hurt haven’t grown a claw
Frolic funny keep time runny feel the silence deep
Comes when night robs the delight weary bodies sleep.

The travel is long and arduous
Any end of way is nowhere near
A slow witness to season’s fast rush
He treads the motion of another year.

Sometimes resting on nights dark and starry
He wonders why life needs to race in hurry
When like him by just slowing down the pace
Could be reached a piece of peace and happiness!

Men would mock him for his vast slowness
Absence of speed his lack of progress
How would they know he never grew the lust
To set himself a goal and try to reach it fast.

The more paths men travel the more they seem less
Like going round in circle coming back to same place
Forever dreaming an ascent aiming the peak’s height
Chasing a gain to attain a light at end of night!

He moves on in the way the soil patiently waits the rain
Never unhappy to be left behind never scared he might fail
Just trekking along with no end of way no destiny’s pain
In the embrace of his belief for good reason he’s a snail.

when does the sun seem too far
when a few steps and you could be there
yet you see it from the shadow of nightmare.

a few steps and you could be there,
but the sun is moving west
on you the shadows rest
gone is the hand of love and tender care.

your eyes why they gather dewy mist
you were left to be sunned in the east
but when shadows closed in, wind brought a chill,
couldn't shift you to west all your will.

you are stilled now in the sun's shadow zone
a burden to the ones you thought your own
moving at their will, living on alms of care
watching the sun's motion from wheelchair.

When I run on the road of potholes
Beat the signal to go to other side
I feel the worth of my tattered soles
Thank good luck for being on my side.

You needn’t shed a tear
You needn’t mind it dear
Though came the new year
Didn’t buy a new pair.

I tell you through my tears
I’m not a miser
But through all my years
Have grown wiser!

It has run all concrete length
Sun’s heat and soaking rain
But still is left with strength
To sprint on all terrain!

You needn’t tell me dear
It brings me lump of tear
That its death is overdue
It’s time to get a new!

I tell you a fact of truth
My holed mate looks uncouth
Looks wretched in broken sole
But it's a living faithful soul.

Your heart is not at the right place
Where your heart is
Lies a source of disease
Said the doctor with a long face.

You say of late you’re losing energy
Cold, cough, sneeze is on the rise
As to the cause of this persisting allergy
I’m left with no surprise.

For good reasons is said
Man shapes his own destiny
Go forward and have it made
Set those poor ones free.

If I had my way
I would have pulled his hair
But just managed to say
This is so unfair.

What damage those poor things can do
Other than giving good company
And I don’t believe it to be true
They are the cause of my agony.

Just because they can’t protest
Winged but still left lame
The doctor finds it best
To shift on them the blame.

Behind specs his eyes shone
His lips quivered in glee
As if he had chanced upon
One great discovery.

If only you earnestly wish
The prospect you truly fathom
Can find yourself a cure for disease

In exchange of their freedom.

I seek a meaning long

When her glances are short.

One red streak
if were smudged lipstick
that landed on his cheek
when came his way a kiss!

If only did this kiss
stumble on his way
left remnant of a bliss
a memorable day!

He wouldn't erase them
but wish away a wash
preserve as a gem
the loud speaking hush!

He would keep this unspent
not let the mark grow thin
to remind him the moment
the kiss came flying in!

But the streak on his cheek
brightly glowing red
would heal in a week
was made with a blade!

some poems i wish i had never written
some i treasure in my vault
with some like narcissus i'm love smitten
without a speck of fault!

some poems of mine are too badly done
some seem to me flawless
some too dark for the clouds hid the sun
bereft of sunshine's grace!

some poems i wish i could write again
a few that are dear to my mind
some are thorny bleed me in pain
leave a trail of sadness behind!

whatever they are the poems are mine
and once fired from the gun
i have to own each word each line
once shot cannot be undone!

Her perfume weaves a hint of tempest.

The blanket hibernating the illusive summers
lights a spark of desire.

He doesn’t open his eyes.

The smoldering fire
would bring him smell of cinders.

Soaked him a shower
From the roadside balcony
For him the day’s better hour
Turned bitter agony!

I told you earlier too
You need some homework to do
Else prove yourself the fool
By others’ rule!

To brim to full his misery’s cup
The man next to him was looking up
Just in time moved away
Never believed in the look straight say!

Adding salt to his injury
The riffraff looking carefree
Grinned just in time,
Your shirt is stained with grime!

He looked up too but too late
A born loser since the first failed date
Then stood stunned a while
On her lips played the wickedest smile!

The woman smiling without the slightest regret
With no hint of apology for causing him this fate
Not one consoling sorry for marring his day
But saying on his face *you came on the way!

From gone by years remembered in tears a tale more sweet than sad
Of a stealthy game that brought no shame played by a son with his dad
It's still a secret not told to this date he keeps to his breast the son
Still haunts his thought if he was caught by his dad long since gone.

The dad was old had a heart of gold used to spend money his own
Deemed it fair as long as there wouldn't be a burden on his son
He lived on pension but felt no tension in his frequent buying spree
Got whatever caught his whim’s fancy gifted them to the family.

We don't need as such why spend so much the son would remonstrate
Your extravagance has spoiled all chance for any savings till date
At this age on life's last page I need to spend the last dime
Live in rapport with warmth of comfort till I exhaust my time.

When failed all logic performed one trick the son played out a farce
Many times not once whenever got chance secretly filled up dad's purse
The old man went on to buy for his son ignoring his advice of thrift
The son on his part did what said his heart boosted the old one's spirit.

It was summer was time to go home, the dad took leave of his son
For all the nine months he stayed in the hills lived a monk’s life alone
A few days later over a phone call the dad spoke son when I count
I find in my purse what I carried intact in fact a little more amount.

The son feigned surprise deemed it wise the truth not be told
Lest he came apart his pride felt hurt the man with the heart of gold
He said in humor’s voice it’s cause for rejoice that money spent is grown
To this day the son guards the truth alone never making what happened be known.

If you have to go to the beach
Where the blue bends down to the sea
The eyes far the waves outreach
Salt sprays gurgle in glee,

Find the time to take a ride
Miles down the city’s edge
Over the greens of countryside
Past huts with thicket’s hedge!

When you pass the winding stream
See winds on the bloated sail
Hear boatman’s tune of forlorn dream
Catch a village belle with her pail,

Find the time to stop a while
Watch the sun shine her grace
Forget travails of the bumpy miles
Smell the dew on her labored face!

If the white clouds sail the sky
Bewitch you the rustic way
Break your path make a valiant try
Seize that moment of the passing day,

See in her eyes the river’s tale
In her hair the flower’s bloom
Feel in her breath love’s rapturous gale
Her desire’s rainbow plume!

Rue not the time lost on the way
For you paused for the boatman’s song
Viewed her frame molded in clay
As the river brought her along,

Regret not if you are late for the beach
Where the blue bends down to the sea
Think of the chance that brought to your reach
A glimpse of eternity!

The golden potato beamed at him in the sun
When he had almost stopped his quest for this one
The others in the pile smeared his hand with red earth
But it as if for his eyes lay hidden apart.

Make me your choice do pick me
Lift me from this dump set me free
I deserve no mash no steaming boil
No cut into pieces to be fried in oil.

Get me quick for I come from a land
Where soil grows rich in golden sand
They have a song for each seed sown
That when they sing all grief is outgrown.

And the harvest when they’re spread in the sun
All hands embrace all hearts welcome
In each sapling that sprouts from the soil
Is seen the miracle of god’s earthly toil.

He picked the precious up from the red dirt
Needing it dearly for his backyard desert
Where he would have it on this summer sown
Till the rain shoots it up all grief is outgrown.

Flow enough tears
but all these years
I burn them in fire.

Still a drop or two
past fire come through
finding earth's need too dire.

The ones thought lost never go away
find in you a place anchor and stay
on a rainy evening such as this
they come to your mind plant there a wish.

The girl you loved but never got to tie
you thought you lost when the years went by
comes back to you with the dust laden ring
her finger still unwarm on this rainy evening.

As the rain pours in the streetlight's glow
you regret if only you hadn't let her go
wish her to come back by a magic happening
redraft torn pages on this rainy evening.

Your side of the window can't rub off the cold
of the void in you left for her face never old
you madly ask could give anything to find
if on this rainy evening you come once in her mind.

This one poem must write now
Can’t foretell but see it how
The trolley bearing a sunken frame
Someone whispers some known name.

The lips quiver for all left out
Knows this journey is last no doubt
The game is off time in checkmate
The words hit head on iron gate.

Some whispers breathes too slow
Doctors tell gods only know
Fingers twitch for one last paint
Before goes in smoke to firmament.

What's not seen veiled in dark hue
Are frosted drops that fall like dew
Orphaned born begs for no name
Inked in tears this one last poem.

As the sun pierces the winter haze
She finds blooming marigold all around her
Her eyes though on the newspaper’s page
Her mind drifts elsewhere.

Last February the gardener was here
Tilling the soil’s fertile reach
Chiseling each flower to joyfully share
The garden this Feb is so bountifully rich.

The silken sun gives her shiver of loneliness
Each marigold showers shadow upon her
The flowers bloom without the gardener’s embrace
Last February never seemed so distantly far.

Is his work sweet or bitter
Door to door goes meter reader
Is he dull or clever witty
The measurer of used electricity.

With a torch and thick bound book
Below staircase down dark nook
Scans through the dust on mesh
With a face that’s expressionless.

Speaks so little somber face
Smiles no little courtesy’s grace
Notes down with just one look
Prosaic digits on notebook.

Is he a man with a home family
Or a mad measurer lone carefree
A wild pursuer of endless digit
Never known love never had it.

Still he has to knock many door
Stay a minute not anymore
Time is his arch enemy
Till comes night sleep’s lullaby.

At the busiest hour/ when rings the bell
An abhorred guest/ peeps through the grill
I mutter go sell/ your wares at the hell
I want/  none of your deals.

Wish I could/ really be that harsh
Give him my piece/ of bitter mouth
Vent on him/ the choicest curse
Impale him with/ outta here shout.

The minute hurries/ but can’t disguise
His despair's plead/ broken eyes
Just a minute sir/ I won't take more
But on my face/ don't close the door.

Have got no time/ for the seller's trap
Not wanna buy/ all those cheap crap
No tears would swell/ no pin-pricked heart
Would love to see him/ quickly depart.

Too soon he knows/ here is no gain
Hopes would lie minced/ brutally slain
Stoops his head low/ bows out in grace
Must find himself/ another address.

I was surprised it felt heavier
Uneasiness too pinched me
Haven’t carried a weightier ever
What could fill a family!

Did I see a red heart there
Did I see a silver line
Did I carry the weight of care
Sealed with the hands of valentine!

It was heavier but I felt so light
And free as my dreams set free
Scaled the hillocks reached mountain height
When remembered what she heard from me!

There’s no time I must haste
A load of work at office knocks
Would come home late it would be best
If you forget for today the lunchbox!

Now I’m smiling as I eat the meal
More than daily quota manifold
The lunchbox lends me the much needed fill
Sealed with a heart of gold!

When you speak my silent desires when you read my mind
I don't feel the slightest wonder seek the mystery behind
for I know it's made that way preordained and sweet
you can read the one you love when you love by habit.