And you thought you were a season in his life,
Oh! Dear you were just a passing day…

Strayed and wild.

You found in him, solace.

In one lonely stride

You reached at his door.

Like a guest.

A transient stay.

He condoled and condoled,

Your solitary disgrace.

You had found a mate.

Oh ! you knew not…

You were just a passing day.

Your isolations converged,

Some games were played,

He changed his ways.

He loved.

You stayed.

Until the day got over,

He made only his bed…

And you were asked to go away,

Oh dear ! My dear,

Others were his seasons…

You were just

An aesthetically exotic day.