Voice And Time

As I lean on

the love tree,

A voice croons

And argues

about my philandering.

How long

will you punish me,

Oh! My inamorata?

How will I elucidate

that I am innocent?

Without

rendering me a chance

you went into a sulk,

I followed you,

I tried to stop you,

But

only I could get the slap.

Yes,

Oh! My inamorata,

I listen to your voice

when

I lean on the love tree.

My belief in love

doesn't die,

my love for you

never vanquishes,

I await time



And

I know

time will again

clear doubts in your heart,

time will again unite us

with the thread of belief.