To another day,

I have unseen you with the greatest pleasure

And perhaps when I write about you years hence

I shall remember you

Not by how you were

But, by how I remembered you

Days will be a little hasty

Alas, you will be gone

Why would you care?

I will have forgotten you by then

Oh, will I have?

I doubt.

Maybe I’ll know you just as ‘another day’

When I do so, you would have corroded a little more

You will be framed as my personal unattended wave

That never waited to meet my feet

But then, did you?

Was I the one who did not feel you so?

Perhaps my ‘another day’ will have gone like a sudden moment

That never came to stay by

Now that I know you

I shall mind you more

Hold you more

Live you less.

~ Debadrita Dey

Kolkata, India