I haven't read the book
You gifted me on my
21st birthday.
You remember that day?
You came to meet me
From Mumbai. We had
Lunch in a restaurant.
One of my friends had
Insisted me to offer you a
Flower. I did and you
Had accepted it without
Feeling awkward.
I told you about how I
Love to walk to college
All the way from the
City bus stand.
You said you'd love
To walk. And we walked
Some 7-8 km that day
In the sun.
You gifted me that book
Upon reaching college.
I couldn't read it then.
Then things turned
Worse between us.
I decided to read it when
I'd miss you the most
One day.
A decade has passed now
And every excuse not
To read it has come to
An end.
I don't miss you much but
I feel I should read the book
One of these days.
Or should I go back on
The same road to cover
The same distance
Under the August Sun.
Miss a decade of your
Absence at once.
Then sit in the college lawn
To read it.
Perhaps every finished
Page can be used to
Wipe off tears or
Burn them to ashes by
My brain-scalding ire.