He said he loved her in mellow light....
And some days..his soul was hers..by the night
Other days...he put up a shallow fight...
And pretended that he was in flight...
Till another night in mellow light...
In the city din and smoke, amidst the hectic crowd...
I chanced upon a white butterfly...
Where there were no flowers..All was loud
Yet, fluttering in joy, honestly like a lie
Lost in the busy world...Our love like the white butterfly...