Novel

"I can never be the poetry you write,

I can never be the words you cherish,

I can never be the ink stain on your fingers,

I can never be your late-night thoughts,

I can never be your anything,

As I'm that crumbled paper lying on the floor,

With multiple scribbles."

"My love ! poetry can't hold your delicacy,

And even now in the middle of the night,

Those crumbled papers have engaged the whole floor,

No encomium were perfectly mirroring you,

You are the stolen glances of my words into my thoughts,

Which my ink intend to write."

"Even after all those love,

I'm your incomplete unwritten poetry"

"You intend to be a poetry,

But you're my best written novel"