The only love..for her glance.

Time that moved forth.

Rhythm when lost it's bow.

A lot was thought and dreamt,

It did really sight, an advent.

Lost was lost, the greatest of the volumes to be,

Someone's hand, a wish an emotion;

yet no feelings could erase, when occurred,

so much so, a rain, a thunder, a lightening.

Many a times, a many reasons,

yet the smile was as ornamental,

as the ripened fruits in the summers,

every feeling was justifiable then.

On guard were signalled, the soldiers that day-

on war, he sight the way, that moment, that day.

Only he had to go to fight for his first love,

his Nation that asked him to run and dove;

upon the burning fire, that was to find it's way,

back to normality, in the life and living of others.

Hence, he had quite forgot that girl to whom,

he had promised his love, that he was to return.

For a many reasons, he had to go;

he had to hide himself.

In the clouds, in the rains and the dreams;

when he would only be meeting her there,

in her heart remained his every memory,

as for his Nation, he endeared.