Seventeen Years

Wearing the sanguine vermilion,

You flew with your feeble wings 

And being vanquished by time,

I sauntered on the alone roads 

To carry my destiny.

Tearing the letters,

Deleting the messages,

I have hidden you in the niche of my heart.

Understanding the phases of your life and confabulating with your vivid voice,

I have kept the pace of my life.

Still, without witnessing you even 

For once,

Love has never hoodwinked me,

Allowing my breath to touch your breath platonically.

Yes, 

Seventeen years of time have galloped, and I am not lovelorn yet.