Many hours, had we spent together
admiring the world, we live to love.
But failed to aware a spreading rumour
Posing our love as lame.

Still you are at my stretch,
with the charm and grace as same.
But to fetch you, I am feeble
to pierce the ruling menace.

Sob not; a day will dawn
And teach this world, ours existence.
Till then, live with ‘the pain of love’,
As this pain shrinks, distance between.

“Pyre can scorch you and me
But never our feelings for each other.”