That Thread....

My thread...


It was a contract of trust, with more than you..
And you too were more, than you are.

Yes distances were there.

I place the golden thread around my wrist, that done !
struggle with my left hand to put it on..
with eyes riveted on it, as if trying to read..

I always thought;
You should have done that;
I too have lost the rite..
and the future numerals look curious..
And I too don't know, how strange would it be..
when next we meet each other.

How we must have changed;
only the custom stays,
educing from the past,
the undying days,
and my full-sleeved shirt..remains.