Last Monday, when you and me,
Were together,
And the Sun was sliding from the hill,
A watch was tied to your wrist,
Few minutes just slipped from it.
I picked up those minutes and
kept them in my pocket,
I tried that you didn’t see it.
You are with your parents,
Today when I am away from you,
I wander with these minutes with me.
In the city buses, on the roads,
In my office staircase.
I insert my hand into pocket frequently after
Some intervals,
Just to assure myself that
I didn’t drop any one of them,
Or none of them escaped from my possession
All these moments sound like the coins,
They don’t sound like ticking of watches,
They always remind me of their presence.
And their value.
I smell them everyday,
They are the biggest reason behind
My waking up every morning…..
