People come and they go,

With air of love they Blow.

Very few touch your soul,

Others warm you up in Bowl.

 

Some mark a kind of Sanctum in you,

Transient are very few.

They make you stifle all around,

Liberty seems to have no bound.

 

Echoes of My Heart make some sounds,

Her feelings for others have no Bounds.

Wish she could feel the pain in me,

The Pain I bore has no limit in me.

 

Suddenly, there flickers some feeling in my Heart,

But couldn’t see anyone in Range of my dart.

Made some amendments in lure,

With my love being so pure.

 

I wish she could have felt My pain,

It would have not affected me in My vein.