‘Remember’ poem by Ashok Bhargava

You and me
on a long and winding road
in a hilly city.

Quietly, uttering no words
naive and carefree
hand in hand we walk
counting power poles.

When tired to move
even a single step
you would say
just one more pole.

Today
all alone
I have returned to our past
the road.

The poles look at me
inquisitively
as if asking about
your whereabouts.

Exhausted from walking
I exert to the next pole
thinking
you were a fast walker.
Perhaps
you are waiting
for me
at the next pole.
…