I met him after so many years and we were in tears, tears of love and sorrow for the passed time that couldn't borrow. I told him what all had done to me, but he held his for next, and that became my real test. He loved me such that my single jest could tell him what I am upto next. The time went by, the love grew on but ah! his wounds who could sew on. They tortured me, I wept, I cried, I thought a lot and found the real spot. His wounds can heal, his life can wheel but he has to feel that I am a deal.
