She had introduced me,
To Hello Poetry.
'Twas a day like none other,
I reached Amritsar for her.
Accompanying me that day,
Was my kind physiotherapist.
Yes, the very same physiotherapist,
Who I dubbed physio the ******,
For the pain used to be unbearable.
But no,
'Twas necessary for my betterment.
Coming back to Amritsar,
She was pleasantly surprised.
For she thought I'd play a prank,
Just like she had played one on me.
Giving me a false hope that she'll come,
Anyway, I went to her home.
I wished her on her birthday,
My physiotherapist went away.
I tuned her guitar as E A D G B E,
Eddy Ate Dynamite, Good Bye Eddy.
They laughed, her friends.
For who eats a Dynamite!
Well, that's the standard tuning,
Now I played a few songs.
Her friends were impressed,
Of me, she was proud.
I presented her a pen drive,
A Gaņesha adorned drive.
She loved it,
And thanked me.
After the party, she insisted that I stay,
I slept beside her father.
She shook me awake, and I was like,
"Who are you," she put her hand.
"Shh, it's me," she whispered,
I understood and relaxed.
She kissed me again at 3:30 a.m. on 24th,
This time I was awake and gave her my warmth.
Later, before sunrise, I went to the Station,
I had united with my Physio The ******.
I hugged her for one last time,
And we climbed on the train back.
Now nothing remains but memories,
Bitter ones to be more precise.
She cheated on me in 2015-16,
When I couldn't go to Amritsar.
My former best friend capitalised,
The ******* induced the breakup.
But that girl, who got so easily seduced,
She Wasn't Sad — Droņa Wept Like Kids.
And the immortal Droņa died,
Unable to trust anyone again.
My HP Poem #1997
©Atul Kaushal
