A Lost Game Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

We never wrote here your name
Lost ourselves in the rush
Because maybe we remained the same
Love never changed us.
We never looked deep enough
Got stuck on your face
Because maybe your flirtatious laugh
We construed as happiness.
We never really got to your heart
Captivating was your lip
Because maybe we never made a start
The surface was all we could keep.
There was so much that we never did
Busy as we were in the game
Because maybe we didn't want to read
And write in our heart your name.