Her voice, a panacea for all my pains;
her smile, the ocean that dissolved all my rage;
her tears, the heaviest burden of my heart;
her fragrance, I would meditate upon;
her lap, my refuge on all broken nights;
her admonitions, rainbows on a rainy day;
her face, synonymous with the memory of love;
and she, my soulmate, my first love, asks me
as to why I don't answer her calls.

It's just that, work keeps me busy, Ma.

- AbhiN