Sometimes, I write just 4 lines. Mostly in my bus to keep myself occupied. I like doing so. On this particular day, when I was feeling down in the dumps, I wrote the following:

A dried petal; and a rustic song.
A forsaken hut; and a field of rye.
A forlorn note; and a gushing river.
An exuberant you; and a reticent I.

– Sameen