With the pass of clock,
the love in our hearts got blocked.
Our lives had come to a halt,
as we got burdened with tunes of our flock.
We saddled, on the duties,
which made our lives rot.
The flowerets of our union,
now adorned the tomb of our love.
With the pass of my thoughts,
my soul started texting you,
my untold thoughts.
With an every message
you replied with a smile,
that bought a smile in my thoughts.
Soon a habit,
which I got in love for the second time,
as I started writing my heart to you ,
as if you were sitting by my side.
Our love which had stopped to show love,
once again started to bloom into a dove.
My second love as I hold it my right,
as I write my heart to thine.
Made my dead first love alive.
