The lane of my place is not much merrier now,
Because it remembers the days,
when the scent of yours,
Peeped through my window,
making me overwhelmed,
insisting the core of me, to be with you.
But! the consistent wind which keeps you
away from me, is still there,
The thing which makes me sober,
in amidst of all these mess is,
the indelible fragrance of yours.
You are not with me, but the odour of yours
is mine now. For ever!
I will cherish it.