My serenade

His cuisine of love matches with

Her heart of hatred, he is a storm

Stiller, she is delineating disaster;

Hushing the havoc of her heart he

Leaves her with the suspicious haul

Knows well the touch of transience

Thus he looks at her like the last look

Prior to an exam with enchanting eyes

Making amends for the past prepares her

For the brave new world, makes her confess

Her night cry, for an yearning can see yearning