A poem I liked

Conversations
by
Keyur R. Patel

When we meet again,
You shall as always
Say
How life weaves a
Net of grief
And traps us in.

You hardly talk more
Than that and almost
Always add –
“This journey of becoming
Adults and unbecoming of humans.”

Perhaps you’re shy
And words born
Deep in your mind
Perch on your lips
With great diffidence
Gazing intently
At the vagaries of life,
Yet holding back
Their deep wisdom

Ah! Remember
How you once jokingly said
In the tone of a sage –
“Let these winds of
Wisdom caress you into
Enlightenment…”

And how I reacted
In awe and wonder
At this depth of reflection –
Like dust caught in
Swirling winds on forlorn
Streets of empty towns,
You capture moments of
Ideas and thoughts with
Tenderness of words

You know that you
Want to love me to
The fullest of depths
And yet,
You cunningly deny
With an abstract
Expression on your face

I know how stubborn affection can be
To show its intent openly,
To show its concerns.

I can wait forever –
Forever is a small inconvenience
To love and listen to you.