In his memories

Black bag hanging on left shoulder
Of a chest not pained even when hit by big boulder
Calmly walked into my life .
Simply kissing the marbled floor with your feet ,
Pink shirt of yours with three fold sleeves
is ironed very neat .
Body smells as if bathed in perfume
In hailing its fragarance ,
Snowfalls on my words in this month of June .
You sit right behind my seat
I turned around many times with excuses
Only because I want our eyes to meet .