Solemn Souls

Solemn souls

Two solemn souls

Standing opposite side

Separated by black pitch

And sense incomplete 

Thousand hours passed

They whispered their stores

But leaves did not meet

Known yet unknown ,like pen buddies

Once there was breeze

And hope to meet

But each has their own fight

Destiny took backseat

Today storm conspired 

Called emotions of rain

Finally their canopies met

Senses said we are set