When I was precious and new
You took care…gave me time and remained fair
Your actions spoke words all true…
Every part of me shone
Lit up because you made it due
Then I suddenly turned into not so new
I kept the fire on..
Gleefully nurtured you for showering me
With infinite possibilities..
I loved you
You made me love you
With all your kindness and passion that flew
I never wanted to.
Now I’m old as a shriveled rose
Like those books you just want to keep…
On hold
No time…read it later
You say…it’s anyways on the shelf
Can easily dwell
On the rage & romance in each page…
It doesn’t matter anymore
Time, care, nothing to share
Let the book remain on the shelf
Collecting dust of sweet memories and nostalgia!!
Hoping someday it will be held.