Walking through the forest,
Listening to nature's music,
A cold wave suddenly shivers me,
Making my hand freeze,
I yearn for your warm touch and the feel...
Rustling trees around,
Scattered leaves beneath,
Dense fog throughout,
Across the path to the stream...
I have trodded many times ,
on this known path,
But today it is different,
Without your presence afar..
Beautiful flowers dangling ,
over the road sides,
Brushing my arms with their,
soft petals during my stride...
Everything is same..,
besides you not here...
The forest too craves for you ..
as I always do my dear....
