When I think of you I feel that I am never busy
Never busy to catch the bus, or go to my office
Never busy to check the schedule, or to go on outing
I feel an ocean in me surging
with countless waves dashing against my
shore of thoughts
I feel all blessings of God's
When I think of you I feel that I am in an orchard
with grape juice oozing from cyderpress in drops
When I think of you I feel that the garden is full of roses
I feel that I pluck a red red rose
to give it to you as a gift
to get a comment from you

But the truth is you are too busy
to see my gift
and to say ' wow! what a nice one for me'

You said instead
'Sorry, I could not come today
Dear, I am awfully busy'.