An Old Love Poem by Tarun Sharma

i remember
how i hold those tiny fingers in mine palm
and screaming 'walk fast, walk fast'

it's so usual we got late
and cane, our best friend
she cries before her turn and i was always the one ' Please slowly, it hurts'

never mind
all those theorems, the scarry science and the Large history battles
she was there to write it all for me

'she torn it' my shirt? coz i said her nose is little big
mother never believed
and again i am the only one, 'please slowly, it hurts'

those small games, musical rhymes and all fun times
we were together
in all vacations, whether summer or autumn

we grew tall
and we learn a lot
and one day she said 'my father is goin' to city'

she was so happy
i was not
but i don't know what is it all about

since then 10 years were gone
now i realise
it was a lovely bond, between four small toes

i still sing those rhymes
but don't know why they don't seem to be right
may be an old love is missing in the lyrics

an old love of my life
GOD must know how it feel
an old love, have you?