Tucked in my heart,
I tried to bury the past,
An aeon has passed, but you still lie in the deepest corner of my heart,
You are still there in my eyes but faded when I smiled,
You are still pinned up on my messages, I re read religiously,
You are there in that dried up rose, whose impression from my book never goes,
You are still there in my midnight cup of tea, with whom I share my deepest plea,
You are there in that silent tear that passes through my cheeks and make a silent prayer,
I tried and tried hard to win over my heart,
But my love,
You are still there in that promises I made to myself that will never sell down the river.
This poem is originally published as a guest post on Jyotirmoy Sarkar’s.