We met on the highway of loneliness
So rugged a path that Roughened our pact
Sweats, Frets and sometimes frowns-
Imbued our Smiles, enchant our climes
Her white spread sheets, with the sharp edged sleeve
Bore the pangs of my fist
The grip of my palm
And the agony of my ink..
My book! Oh! My book
Don’t blame me
It was mother’s request to face thee.