A book unopened for quite sometime
A poem unread for quite a while
A story of true love of once upon a time
And this lonely journey of many a mile ….

This true love story of a short life span
Was adorned with flowers as long as it ran
Amer and true love, for Yasmin were gain
Loss of beloved Bharat was unforgettable pain ….

Hence book remained unopened, poem unread
Memories of past were purposely untread
Yet two tear drops had the story bared
A touching love story and how it fared ….

Measure life by depth, not length my dear
Then Bharat will appear, not far but near
Your loneliness Yasmin, you need not so fear
When family and friends and Amer are here

Written for Yasmin who ties me rakhi and who had lost her husband Bharat
at a very young age leaving behind their only son Amer.......