Except...

Everyone is busy these days…

The Bee labors hard to gather the honey-dew,

The Moth and Butterfly

Hardly get time from attending flowers,

The birds remain busy filling the air with chatters,

The Sun shines on earth,

The Moon looks as charming as always,

Even the flower remains busy colouring the barren land.

All are absorbed in activities of their own…

Something that pleases them…

That they enjoy,

And they would love to do…

But, I only refrain myself here

With no activities and no

Pleasure works to perform…

I only sit here, desolate…

With a thought single and simple…

Really I have no works to do

Except portraying you on the vacant air

And thinking of you….

You are busy with all your activities of life…

Major, minor…even negligible…

But I have here only one purpose to fulfill…

To think about you…and

Think about only you…

Don’t you dare misunderstand...

You are still much more important to me

Than any thing else in this universe….

You have a lot more things to settle down…

You have a lot more things to arrange…

But for me…

You are the only one…

And only activity, concentrating which I consider my life

Worthwhile!