I was touched by his sole,
He always played a silent role,
Me with him like a bitter sweet,
We always looks incomplete,
One day we have sparkle rain,
Next day we love again,
We are watching the hailstones,
Pulling us out of cyclones,
Holding hands in the snow,
Whenever we feel so low,
He occupied all my heart,
It’s hard for me to move apart.
-Prasanna Pala