MY PRECIOUS RED
These days, avoid looking at my hands I, now so bare
Loved you n I both, at the shining red bangles, to stare
Also never to remove them ever, I took great care
Many you would buy; even place special orders;
Many with diamonds studded at the center or at borders;
It was joy n happiness sheer, for me a precious fodder!
You have for ever gone away, taking away my precious red
Very sad I feel, looking at my bare hand n your empty bed
I secretly often wished, instead of you, I could be dead;
For loved life you, much more than I did; in many ways
A crazy foodie you were n a traveller, ready with bags always
Memories there are aplenty of all the fun filled days.
MAY YOU STAY HAPPY N PROGRESS ALWAYS.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
