They says heaven has created ,
A mate for every race and set,
as for every men and women they made,
on this planet to attain the emptiness,
Then perhaps amongst the 8 billion of faces,
Your name as a mate must have etched on my fate,
Then hey babe great to have your presence,
However where the heck you've stayed yet,
Mate I've spent exact duplet of decade,
isolated as a deserted penchant,
However they say whoever you've met out of a hat,
even for the second of the moment,
That means they're fated to be connected,
It may be the consequences of antecedent existence,
Perhaps that's the correct explanation,
Why we creates such great affection,
with a random , unwanted, unwatched , unexpected person.

© Mukesh Kumar Gupta