Birds whispered secrets
loud and clear, no gossips;
just when they digressed a little,
gusts of rain poured
from the rooftop kitchen.

he seemed worn out
counting his luckiest hours,
he wondered whether it’s
too late to decide.

She put down her knitting
and tried to foresee his future;
nothing she confessed,
as she found herself entangled
in the picture, bitter sweetly.