The moment she was with me I shouted at her stringently; showing her my fists in indignation,
But I realized it only when she went off to sleep; that I craved to speak to her; missed the bustling noise of her footsteps.
The moment she was with me I teased her unrelentingly; scowled at her making ungainly faces,
But I realized it only when she went out shopping; that I longed for her like anything; desperately craved to hear the melody in her voice.
The moment she was with me I kept scratching my hair; hardly paying attention to the activities she recited of the day,
But I realized it only when she talked the same to her alien friends; that how inquisitive I was to hear it passionately from her mouth.
The moment she was with me I castigated all attempts of hers to tie my shoelace; portraying myself to be a perfect man,
But I realized it only when she went to mothers place; as to how inevitably I needed her; and what a child I became in her absence.
The moment she was with me I shrug the food she made; declaring it to be bland and tasteless,
But I realized it only when she fed the same lovingly to the servants; as to how much I cherished each meal she prepared.
The moment she was with me I revolted vehemently that she snored; not letting me sleep blissfully for even a single minute,
But I realized it only when she slept in the lawns; as to how much I missed her caress; the ardor in her breath that intermingled with mine.
The moment she was with me I protruded my tongue at her for not bathing; admonishing her for flooding my nostrils with a smell like rotten tomato,
But I realized it only when she walked out of the house in anger; that I found the most exotic of perfume to be raw dirt in front of her perspiration.
The moment she was with me I pointed fingers at her eyes; saying that she was horrendously squint,
But I realized it only when she closed them abruptly at me; as to how mesmerizing were her lashes; the poignant empathy that they oozed out every unfurling second.
The moment she was with me I told her to dismiss off from my presence; leaving me alone to delve in my world of fantasy,
But I realized it only when she exited; that my dreams ended there and then; and each pore of my body cried for her in agony.
Therefore this is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Lord; please don't separate us ever,
For she was my blood and I was her breath; and we would die a gruesome death to take birth again as lovers; if you didn't BIND US IN THIS LIFE TOGETHER .
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