Sometimes it’s today, the beautiful day for him to catch you, and for you to catch him, and for both of you to build the cage of love.

He will love your tiny and melodious tone, and you’ll love his squeaky and whispering tone.

He will love your depressing look, and you’ll love his dishevelled and darn matured look.

He’ll have books and poems, and he’ll see his reflection in you, and he’ll grab around your waist, and he’ll seek for utmost love, and he’ll adore all your thorns and petals, and he’ll pray for eternity.

Fathima Sanna

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