Laden with mellifluous fruits
of memorable moments,
the bonhomie stands
shady, green, joyous in life,
yet out of sight,
with a long hiatus in between
the rapport turns sterile
bitter and bitter,
cozy feelings, well-sunken!
Time begins to strike it
half-lost heart,
eroding the sweet corners
of the rendezvous
where love birds perched
to explore unmapped zones
of humane heart
opening up new vistas
on grand bonds
of relationships,
it needs a fluid of heart
for watering the root
of humanity
on diurnal basis,
for the human love to flutter
in pleasant breezes
despite the blow of heavy winds!
As in absence of oxygen,
everything living
in smother of utter isolation
finally withers!
