On the floor, whenever hither and dither, I wander
my eyes fall on something there in the corner.
That’s where i used to recharge a number 9********0
so that in her heart, I could always remain a hero.
That was done, for presence in my life, as a gratification
apart from ensuring that there would be continued communication.
All that i used to do was a "chota"recharge for Rs 30
sadly for all that i did, she deemed me to be someone thrifty.
Being in touch, those days, for both, was really vital
and this recharges used to be some sort of a ritual.
This i did whenever i had money a little excess
so that,atleast by this, she would get impress.
Alas, now that she has gone away, has left me sad
as i thought she was the best anyone could've had.
Slowly and steadily, the familiar counter,i pass
in my heart, I silently mourn her loss.
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