Gifts For You

The first time I saw you wept

I thought of gifting you a towel that never gets wet.

Next time when I saw you getting abused, cheeks crimson red,

I thought of gifting you a bit of my strength.

Then it was monsoon when I saw you getting drenched,

I thought of offering you an umbrella and a seat on the wooden bench.

Each moment we met I saw you suffering more,

Losing yourself, your strength as well

I remember that aura which bewitched all 

It was after an unexpected great fall.

And the last time I gifted you a mirror 

Which depicts we are one and the same,

An inseparable body and soul 

When got together can demolish anyone's fame,

And if needed can unitedly increase our self-name.