The way I see it
Yes, Sandhya, I adore you,
yet not as a fence for a lifetime,
nor as our solitary truth.
Why am I confined to love just you,
when another's essence may echo the same?
In the expanse of love, do we find ourselves
amidst prairies or within prisons?
Are we destined to be prisoners of one another,
as these flowers, if they halt their fragrant dance?
What if these aromas, like whispered verses,
ceased to waltz upon the breeze,
leaving nature's symphony bereft of its fragrant sonnet?
By Debarath