The music that you gathered
For me, one long sleepless night;
My touch that you so lovingly
Preserved, in the pocket of that shirt;
The pain in your look,
Knowing my dilemma and my plight;
The incidental warmth,
That our bodies shared, I still remember that;
A teardrop here; and a sigh there;
All locked up in the chest,
And carefully labelled as 'fragile',
These precious gifts, from my friend.
© 2008 Rituparna Das