The White Bench

Today crossing that white bench  again,

I walked down the memory lane of  pain 

This is the place where my ‘love story ‘ began

I witnessed here with you several winters, summer, and rain

And one day you came saying I am  moving on as there is no gain

I cried and gave several reasons to  why should we retain

But you were departed and I was in deep  strain

I sat here for several days so that I can  attain

My love is pious and I trust I will meet 

With the ‘one’ who really deserves it

This is my faith about 

Which I am so certain.