I Fear Poem by dipak adhya

I fear

Now I fear to touch the old diary
That you gave me on my birthday
The pages of it know
How deep my feeling is
How much adoration
A heart can offer
A vast span like the sky
Our sublime love is spread there
But I fear
To be hurt
And like a deep addicted man
Again ruminate the old
With broken heart

Now I fear to touch the pen
That you gave me on my birthday
It's ink is much familiar to me
It's smoothness is as salty as tears
That flows in remembrance
In conflict of past and now
It reminds a few eternal lines
Full of pain and sorrow
That has been blowing
Like a flute-crying

I don't want the returns of that day
I don't want to read that poem
I don't want to write with that pen
But I never want to leave them
At all, at all, at all.