I
Long time no see!
Thought to forget your identity-
Combined with a paper & a three-rupee-pen.
Naturally artificial! Just like
A patient stuck with unbearable pain.
II
Alive you are!
And credit goes to my bridled efforts.
Love follows ‘Tense’ as a word-
But as a feeling,
Nothing can shake its core.
III
You’ve sounds to sing well-
” Let your love stains cover me
with many taints”.
Memorization may betray the sense;
But feeling doth nurture it
In her own domain.
IV
Time will come, perhaps,
To question your existence-
Thousand years would pass already by then
To feel a love’s absence.
