The story if you are keen: http://weandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-puddleyou-ocean.html
You had people, who represented an ocean
but one day, suddenly you got the apprehension
that when I was trying hard to cross an obstacle
you thought it was better to leave me in my puddle.
Though I tried hard to overcome every hurdle
a hand, you never lent for me to come out of the puddle.
Options you had that were much more than a dozen
in the form of people which represented your ocean.
In my life, your presence was really vital
as I tried hard to wade through my puddle.
Not even once, about me, you made a mention
so that I could be a part of your vast ocean.
Your life now, you’ve gone on to enliven
by being with people who represent your ocean.
For me, till eternity, it’ll remain as a riddle
as to how soon, I’ll come out of my puddle.