I am sitting dumb and numb, with a blank paper before me, just your name written on it. Staring at your name. The life seems confined in it. It seems like a confused poem, or words, are stuck, want to come out, but can’t set on the paper, floating in the air like stars or butterflies. I am looking at your name written on the paper and thinking the poem has completed, there will be no better poem than this.