In the quilt of life,

We sew many patches.

Many colours interwoven,

With lots of facets.

The patches stitched

Not always in harmony;

They remind us the moments,

But not always a ceremony.

So,

Will you, I ask

Take my offer?

Will you, I ask,

Be the new duffer?

Will you, I ask

Be a patch in my quilt??

I have got

The gleaming moon lights,

And also some

Very bright sunny nights.

There is flattery,

Praises and appreciations.

No prizes there,

But lots of consolations.

So,

Will you, I ask

Take my offering?

Will you, I ask

Not wait till buffering?

Will you, I ask

Be a patch in my quilt?

Will you be a

Patch in my quilt?

Add a new colour,

A different shade to it?

Will you???