That Was The Tradition!

‘My unknown song’
She calls me
With a name unknown
And I respond
With a feeling unknown.
Whilst,
We endure the tradition,
The tradition of calling by names
And the tradition of living by tradition!

One evening,
When I was home
She was alone
Waiting for me
Feeling awkward in my presence, though;
Hiding the beauty
That long endured my thirst.
There, the crack of a mirror
And the sound of a moan
Contradicts my believe.

So cruel
That was my faith.
I asked the song:
‘Had I wronged the name…
To the name … I borrowed?’
“Not really”
‘But why this proposition?’
“That was the tradition”,
The final blurt.