if only i had a cottage atop a hill, on misty mornings i would have peeped out of my library window and seen you walking towards the gate!
But, i only have a dingy room in a crowded megapolis and i can meet you only for a few fleeting minutes, when exhausted and benumbed, i return to my bed for a nap.
Guilt like a nagging task-master hovers around because i meet you when i am supposed to slog over assignments. yet, i cannot help but meet you, BROTHER WILLIAM!
