Still I Want

It's true that now you are

The moon of a distinct sky

Birdie of a different tree

Flower of someone else's garden.

It's true that 

We don't talk, chat or meet.

But still, you are,

The thread of my emotions

The vibration of my bosom

The alphabets of my narration

The theme of my rhyme 

The melody of my music.

So I want you to

Spread your fragrance

Part your light

Sing like a cuckoo

And stay happy always.