My Humming Word

Way back in the tender age
In a tryst with the destiny
He was blessed with joy of love
A pure, sweet and innocent love.

But in an impending dilemma
Of listening to heart or mind
Love or work, work or love
He had then chosen the mind.

A sort of matrimonial alliance,
Ever since he and his work
Savour and devour each other
Every day for prolonged hours.

In the balance time remaining
He lives with a regretful smile
In remembrance what he missed
During the life without his life.

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