The Tribute

I can forget the day

When I first went to school
Holding my mom’s hand…

I can forget the day
When my sister left my home
Holding her hubby’s hand…

I can forget the day
When I first entered college
With scared eyes and twisted legs…

I can forget the day
When the friends left
After the course is done…

I can forget the day
When I joined the first job
After great efforts…

I can forget the day
When I found my sweetheart
After a frantic search…

I can forget the day
When I heard the news of
My son’s birth…

I can forget the day
When my daughter
Gave birth to her daughter...

I can even forget those days
Of old and fragile
Counting on the scars of the past…

I can forget anything, but

It was in eighth standard,
Math class was on
The afternoon was hot…

Many were in trance
The teacher asked me to
Hit on those who were yawning…
It’s a chance to use,
While doing so
I had to pause…

As she was the teacher’s daughter,
My hand couldn’t hit
But touched like a kiss…

A whisper from the air
Is it love.

Felt like a needle
Punctured my heart…

The mind
Flew like a sponge in the sky…
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And the soul felt like
Touching a wild fire…

I couldn’t forget the whisper
Is it love.