Rubber Band Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Rubber Band
Summers ago when he was ten
his first blush was born from her glance
on his yard fell the first rain
he had but met her only once.
Most precious gift gave her tiny hand
one that he kept in a matchbox
no ring it was a red rubber band
long lost still at his heart knocks.
How can stop time by a girl's whim
stales never a moment of closeness
when love was an unripened dream
lust was an unknown address.
The boy soon grew to become a man
the girl went to some faraway land
they come but once in one lifespan
his first blush her hand's rubber band.
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4/26/2024 10:07:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And first feelings of love are surely almost always magic. I remember I was only 5 or 6 years old when a 'beautiful' young blonde female harpist gave a concert in my small town. I was so excited to meet her after the performance that I was one of the first to go back stage after the performance was over. (During her performance I had worked my way closer and closer to the front in order to see and hear her better.) I told her how much I loved her music and that, though I knew I was young, that I wanted to marry her someday. She promised she would wait for me and said she loved me too. I am still sure in my heart that some tragic accident must have befallen her. If not for that I know we would be together today. Like I said true magic! Thanks for the memory and great write!