Remember those days ?
When we often sat on a park bench,
and talked about all
those nonsense topics
that seemed meaningful.
We talked a lot about everything,
politics to poems, romantic songs
and gossips of our friends' love.
Deep inside somewhere then
within the layers of our hearts ,
perhaps , a love bud blossomed.
We remained wrapped within the
unknown essence of that.
Gazed stars, sat together for hours
..and then one star studded night, you
took my hands and put a ring in my finger.
It was your first gift from your first
Moments flew with the flying time.
You left the town,
leaving the bench and the park and the ring for me.
How could you guessed by then that
non other but only me would be the best
keeper of your all left treasure ?