By Akshitha Reddy Singireddy
At times when things aren't right,
When you're unyielding and uptight,
Maybe we haven't talked for a fortnight,
And if we have, it might have been a gunfight.
But as long as there's hope for daylight,
I hope I get an invite
To all your days that aren't right.
I hope we reunite after every time you're unyielding and uptight.
Because,
Whatever you're made of—you're made for me.