Remember Me Even If You Hate Poem by Gautam Sen

At one point of time I loved to be thoughtful,
to look at things from my own point of vision;
then I discovered you - my kindled flame to
enlighten the lone corner of my deserted soul.
May be I then looked like a man of wisdom with
amicable heart to bear, to accept, to understand.
That was the golden time of my present state of
existence, so rewarding that a fragrant breeze
started blowing in my dilapidated mind and soul.

Soon all my beings get soaring to a height of happiness.
So you gave me a new lease of life, a new sunrise and
a full moon night too. I waded in the sea of joy, I drank
the nectar offered by your openness of classic touch.
It’s not possible to show you all what you offered,
it’s not possible to measure also. But I’m a fool,
a greedy glutton of sweetness – craving for sweet
to become sweeter, to get it even as sweetest.

All were going fine – we felt all these so very divine,
we found our understanding so strong, so entwined.
But a covetous guy like me couldn’t help to show
his teeth of dirty doubts, claws of torture which had
torn your sweet mind into pieces, burst your clouds
of sentiments into tears; Hope I should be now ready
to listen one day – “enough is enough, you my friend,
you are ugly by your outward appearance but that
never bothered me to take you to my heart, your mind
that brought me closer. But now you have torn open
your mask of fancy from your heart and
I find you even ugliest there.”
I won’t be surprised if I am pierced with your deepest
hate - a bitter yield of your tears forced by me,
as I too have started hating myself to shake such a
well built God gifted relationship – the oasis in my
desert, a garden of your gleeful confidence and love.

Only assurance I give here, I will be there always
So far I was with your showering acceptance, adoration
and henceforth if I’m understood by my unmasked face
then I remain yours for ever with the bitterness of your hate.
But I do remain, I will remain and I will be forever,
as I’m already abandoned by the stroke of misfortune in my life;
don’t judge me by my sentimental shortcomings,
judge by my expressions so cruelly uttered,
so drastically pierced into your heart,
I doubt it might have touched the place
where I kept my name embedded and longed to be
there for long – as long as my breath will fill the air.