Will You?

This is neither a poem nor a half-hearted attempt at writing one...some random thoughts with a direction (paradox?)...

Twenty or thirty years from now, when I come to meet you, will you recognize me?

When your hair is growing grey, will you set your eyes on my weather beaten face?

When I run into you after all this time, will you still welcome me like you do?

Tired and haggard when I crash into you, will you make me sit down and talk to me?

When both of us have grown old, will you walk with me on the grass like you do?

The glint of the sun on your shining hair, will you once again let me have a glimpse of you?

Your eagerness and your cheerfulness, will you let me listen to you?

Carefree and charming, will you once again dine with me?

After all this while that I have been away, will you once again sit down and care for me?

For all my mistakes and flaws, will you after all this while forgive me?

Parekh, Pravesh

December 07, 2011; 2:00 AM