I said yes
He said no
I said
right
when he
said wrong
the love
and care
had grown
so old
when
feelings remained anew
only age
made us grow
When the
sun rose high
I waited to
see his bright smile
He waited
for the moon to come out
so that he
could sing me a lullaby
The love
and care
had grown
so old
fights
became a reason
so that afterwards
we had our hands to hold
To him all
I wanted was warmth
For me, all
he gave is cold
yet again I
waited so long
for him to
come and walk along
the love
and care
had grown
so old
because life
was on its own a mystery
until he
came and we made our own history.
- Priya H. Rai
