After a long time He wrote me a letter of warmth It came a tad too late To do its intended effect.
Didn't melt me down Sent shivers thru me? No way! Nothing no more Excites me about him.
May be, I've got over him May be the pain is so much Perennial and everlasting' That it has swallowed up All the love - Like the gigantic waves Of the gluttonous Tsunami.
In this letter of warmth Did I see the word 'Romantic'? I thought the sky has fallen over Seeing such words from a man So cold and frozen before That it all seems so surreal.
Did he not tell me that All my suffering is caused By me and me alone Nobody to blame. He? Never, ever! Giving a clean chit to himself In all what he said and did to me.
And did he not label my lamentations As mere, feeble acts of self-pity? It is so true that when it happens To others, you can put so many Labels to make them feel The problem is so much theirs They to blame, they the cause, They the 'actors' of agony.
And now when he talks of His state of being down and out So much so that he doesn't like to Go to work as before' Feels like staying at home Forever more' I don't question further Who to blame.
Remembering the times He left me stranded When I needed him the most. I don't even broach self-pity For unlike me, He could be in 'real' agony.
No, I don't even go all out To give him warm hugs of Care and Concern For I don't feel any warmth Whatsoever' As that 'Apu' which he calls me In this letter of his, Has frozen long back In his icy coldness of the past.
Instead, I write him an inspiring Story and send in some good music To uplift him. With all the pain pulsating in me' I still manage to give him something.
And as they say, that at least Something is Better than Nothing.
