By: Harjeet Singh
She is such a great companion
When holds someone’s hand
She never leaves, never leaves.
If he wants his hand to be freed
Her grasp is ever so tight
That one cannot be unshackled.
She brings him in high ﬂight
Often keeps her owner awake
While it’s midnight.
As pleased as punch in his paradise
But almighty(greatly) saddened in his heaviness,
Like a ghost cannot be touched
Like a saint’s halo lives with him,
No liaison is immune to inurnment.
But true to type in lasting her link,
Though pages in archives remain