I was walking home from work one day
While kicking pebbles
And picking petals
Off a half dried rose
That once was a blooming love
"She loves me.......she loves me not...."
Pondering, my heart liked not
Food nor fineries
Flowers or gifts
What my heart yearned for
Was something else...
As I walk home from work each day
A warm hug
That feels snug
To rekindle my soul
My dear wife...
With your undying love.

~ by Rupal Baphna