I met him one fine morning
Our hearts beated with longing
I extend my hands to him
But he can't because of his shape
My soft lips widened with joy
For that he composed a melodious song
I closed my wide eyes and my eyebrows raised naturally
The rhythm of his song took us to heaven.
My mom prepared delicious dishes for me
I shared those to him without her consent
My hands rubbed his hair and
My lap offers him place to sleep.
I shared my love and heart for the first time
To a stranger.
But the most miserable thing is....
He is no more now....
But my ears could hear his song
My lips often whisper his name
My mind is filled with his memories; my heart throbs thousand times...
Yes, I gave my heart to him.
My heart, my soul, my love is noone but
My Mittuuuuu, my cat