She was moon, beautiful but impossible to reach
She was air, pleasant but not visible
She was light, showed you path in darkness but tough to make it stay
She was flower, full of fragrance & could decorate temple to deceased body
She was colour, made blank canvas look like an art
She has always been like this !
He was like pain, not letting her move
He was like risk, fear to pursue
He was like dream, came and left
He was like rain, gave tears in pain
He was like life, I could never understand him
Vandana Chauhan 