I kept standing there raining my tears

Hoping her to return

I kept holding her photograph

A droplet of tear rolled down my cheeks on it

I kept praying for her

There was not a temple left unvisited

I kept playing with dangers willingly

Wishing to commit some fault each time

I kept using the same old perfume

She used to say that she liked its smell

I kept laying awake all night

I knew the dreams would be possessed by her

I kept chanting her name

Like I was some sage lost in his God

I kept visiting the cemetery

Lest the smell of roses on her grave should fade away

I kept staring at the ring I bought for her

Wondering if someone else’s fingers could fit into it again

I kept a smile on my face

For the promise I made to her can’t be broken.