Why, some one:
 Love so much,
Some one;
That his or her absence,
Should cause,
So much of pain,
- That, this very environment,
Around us all,
Gets saddened,
All at-once;
Beyond all measures!

- That, buds refused to flower-forth,
And, fruits to ripe,
For nurturing in-womb seeds,
For all succeeding crops,
To come for multiplying by themselves;
For future merriments,
And beauty-cultures!

         â€¢â€¢â€¢â€¢â€¢        - G.R.Prakash