When Will We Meet Again

I reminisce - My entering sixteen Though looked fourteen Full of perplexities of adolescence More of vigor and less of sense Thighs bulging out of my half-trouser-veins Unsuccessful in hiding my protruding pains Voice creaking, face pimple-filling Shyness, blush, and anger aggravating Avoiding my dear and near ones And even the company of my parents Reacting to the elders and earning their swearing Yet needing someone loving and caring Getting attracted to you, a girl of my age, Undergoing the same feelings in a feminine-rage And smiling at you again, again and again Fearing what’d be your response, even then Though you seemed well reciprocating Yet stern-looking as though staring Never daring to come closer to you Waiting… waiting… waiting… to see you At last fear-filled, confusion-lit Pressing into your palm a blunt paper-bit My first ever love-letter, with pleasant pain Running away gazing at you again and again Later, hearing your cousin finding it in your skirt Putting it into your cruel-looking dad’s shirt Getting spiritually half-dead Hiding for many days in my bed Later when I met you again Finding you as though filled with pain When you left home to a boarding-school When I found myself in an all-boys school Often my asking your younger sister Whenever I could ever find her: ‘How is she? Remembering me?’ Then - You as you And I as I Parting ways, and finding each other - Never… I miss you.