I Lost A Real Lover, My Papa

She had been probing a chaste white tinted love

To everywhere she did; she found nowhere

But she had been tasting fragrance of that love;

In the dearth of her psyche even in her nightmare

The love had bestowed her food refuge and education;

As a follower of her intense future

The love had granted her all the relation

But she did not know that it was to nurture

The love did not look ahead to love from anyone

It seemed so; concealed all the desires

Suddenly she found the love bounded by everyone

As a corpse in the midway encircled with an explosion of demise

The moment I found I realized that the ‘SHE’ was me 

And that ‘LOVE’ was my papa; a chaste white-colored love

In the disguise of some people I feel Him with me;

Not as the SKY but as the RAINBOW.