Oh Dear! ! ! - Poem by Ankur Thakur
When I was a kid,
My teacher taught me,
'This world is round,
Oh that day how weird did it sound.
After a and half decade of years today,
I felt what teacher taught was true,
After so many years(admist the crowd) ,
My eyes from nowhere recognised you.
For few fractions of earth's spin,
I was just numb,
After all what could I say,
A glimpse of you pushed my present away...
Revisiting the past,
I saw how I loved you,
And how you loved me back,
But in today's date those feelings may be untrue...
I again saw the flashbacks,
Of that cruel day how I stabbed your heart,
I still feel that pain of you going away,
But like today that day too I had nothing to say...
I also remember how I proposed you,
How your best friend tricked you to girl's bathroom,
How hiding like a thief I stood,
And seeing you gave that red rose drenched with artificial perfume...
I still feel the wetness of that evening,
When I tried to kiss you,
But you just left smiling after a small peck,
Infact I also smiled as even this was more than what I expected...
The day I first tricked you for our first long conversation,
Pretending to ask a mathematical question,
After finishing I had uncontrolled reactions,
My face clearly showed a war won satisfaction...
I don't know whether you remember the first day I went near you to talk,
That innocent, happy day you were in school-dress and quietly sat alone,
But today when I want to restart with a guilty mind,
I see you in matured clothes with husband by your side...
Oh why I remember that Valentine's day you gave me a (silly) red shirt, saying you are forever mine,
(you never accepted that colour was silly...anyway today I can't argue)
From that very day red became my favourite colour,
But today seeing that red proof of marriage between your hairs,
I kneel on the ground sobbing ''Oh Dear''...
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