This poem by Papia Sengupta was initially published in RIC Journal.
You when saw the light of day
it was midnight for me
We walked the same path at different times
again and again never to meet
Experiencing the warmth of love
when I felt it so close
You were recluse to it
shutdown was what you chose
The pain which was common we felt together
only to drift when it was gone
Remembering me in illness but
with no feelings of love and care
You wanted me as a possession
not getting that I am the wind that flows
While I needed to be cherished
not preserved and locked
I am not a stone but a wild flower
Now when I look at it
all those years gone by
Did we really forget
May be it is best to leave it untouched
But did we really forget