That time was untimely when our fingers were held together,
And everything was blossomed in that pink weather.
That time was untimely when your voice used to melt all the pain,
And our feets used to walk together so many miles in that blue rain.
That time was untimely when I used to wait whole day long just for your single glance,
And that moment used to take me in the sense of trance.
And untimely was the time when you shattered all that bliss that belonged to us,
Nothing here belongs to me now as I am quiet and alone in this world full of ruckus.
© Saniya Vashistha