Mulling over a week,

nostalgia is at its peak,

with revived hope bleak,

that you will come and speak.

I perpetuate time cloud nine,

when days were like rise and shine,

that epoch was of our combine,

everyday was like wine and dine.

Groping you here and there,

now I know you are everywhere,

in my glare and my prayer,

you are my unwonted scare,

in this air and my nightmare,

you are my tender care,

I will go on blare and blare,

you are my integral share!