poem by salil...........

if love was never made for me,
then it was surely not made for her.
i am the one she craveif lif love was never made for me,
then it was surely not made for her.
i am the onif love was never made for me,

then it was surely not made for her.
i am the one she craves for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,

but eventually going her to kill.e she craves for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,
but eventually going her to kill.ove was never made for me,
then it was surelif love was never made for me,
then it was surely not made for her.
i am the one she craves for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,
but eventually going her to kill.y not made for her.
i am the one she craves for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,
but eventually going her to kill.s for the most,
today when i am not with her.
she still needs me to be,
the rain drenching her to heels.
she still needs me to be,
the umbrella fighting the unruly sun.
she still needs me to be ,
the shadow walking with her on the estranged lanes.
she still needs me to be,
the dreams resting upon in her eyes.
she still needs me to be ,
the hues scattered on her linens.
she still needs me to be,
the hands wiping out her tears.
she still needs me to be,
the impetus evading her fears.
she still needs me to be,
the sky where she could fly.
she still needs me to be,
the laps where she could cry.
but now "me" is nowhere,
what left is only a" still",
which slowly and gradually,
but eventually going her to kill.