I wonder how things had all been before I met her
Without a chosen path nor a point to head on to,
It seemed that life wasn’t different that of clouds
Drifting alone; above the ridges and along the rivulets.
The path hasn’t remained the same now
Nor I ever felt the Cold Winter since then
Each moment grows a rose and many more
That now my life looks like an unending spring.
It wasn’t the light she has been known for,
Nor has she ever been proud of it,
I’ve amazed, for I still being a baby to her
And to her goodness that is yet to be unfolded.
This wasn’t the path I have dreamt though
Nor could I now claim my dream a better lane,
For being blessed to be with an angel; my love
I am already on my dream, the chosen path.
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