The rush of adrenaline,
yet the quiet Pune evenings,
Beautiful li'l 'Squily'
yet its ugly long hindimbs
Tryst with uncle fever
yet just a viral shiver
I miss you Mom,
yet glad you aren't here
Like a bolt of lightening,
You throw me away
Like that fairy in my dreams,
You blow me away
You cant keep doing this to me,
I am mortal after all,
You’re that perfect beauty,
In love, I will soon fall