United - Post 377

Was it a winter soiree where we met?

Or did you ask for a light?

How did we meet?

I’m browsing through the remains of our memory

In different compartments…

All the time I floundered this chunk of memory

I was reminded of our walks – an evening stroll

On Max Mueller Marg

We both walking hand-in-hand

You will always have a sweaty palm,

And I’d complaint teasingly

A slap on my shoulder

And “Go Away!” would be your response.

I’ll pull you towards me

And Kiss you, openly

Bold enough in the times of 377

Now that you’re not here

I investigate my palm…

I see some reminiscence of your sweat.

I’ve you, here,

Hidden, in my fortune line.

I light a ‘Clove’ and your

Remains evaporate with the smoke

In the end, we are United…

United - Post 377