Rejuvenation

Eighteen months have rolled.
The Mars came round to the same spot.
Having stayed out, I came out to the same spot
With my visit made known to you.
You were there as was told,
Itself a great relief to my pulsing heart.
You came clad in cotton you know I like.
But not with the stud I gifted.
You didn’t avoid engaging me in talk,
All in spite of the familiar people around.
I leave you with a heavy heart, recharged.
You haven’t vacated me over the time and the space.
Let me live with the pleasure of being remembered.
06.02.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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