He knew me right from that day
When I was small and clumsy and played with clay
I know it is a dull and lifeless way
To begin a poem, anyways
Today I’ll meet this old friend of mine
Who taught me about life, love and games of time.
His house is on the highway
The address he sent me was of his café.
I wonder how he looks
It’s been ages I’ve seen him
I wonder if he’s still slim and still gets his occasional hair trim
He’s that friend of mine who taught me unconditional love
A friend who taught how to turn straight lines into curves
A friend with whom I’ve walked miles
A friend who taught me how to smile
A friend so unforgettable
A friend so loveable
I’m ashamed how I let that hand slip away
How I ignored our walks, our talks and our blissful plays
He knew me right from that day
When I was small and clumsy and played with clay
I’m meeting him after ages, today
I love you papa, is all I can say