Which of my endeavors would you deny?

Which of my endeavors would you deny?

Do you not remember our first meeting to be?

You looked like a mischievous lass on a scooty—

We talked about physics in the café we met.

Did I not, with linear motion questions, your mind whet?

You paid the bill, though I did try,

And which of my endeavors would you deny?

Did I not hold your warm hand with my shivering hand,

And stamp my soul on yours in that water-park land?

All that I longed for was you—your close proximity,

To take a part, if not the whole, of you with me.

Looking down at the trees and flowers from the balcony—

Wasn’t it a moment of blithe?

And which of my endeavors would you deny?

Did I not take the journey to Banswara for thee,

On a bus, through rough terrain, so we could be

Together for those few moments in your cousin’s company?

A deep-down, incarcerated memory—

And which of my endeavors would you deny?

Weren’t we together to see animals under the sun?

Watched our distorted images and made faces for fun.

We travelled by public transport, and you didn’t fuss—

How I longed to be with you in your compartment of the bus!

My love for you was nothing to shy,

And which of my endeavors would you deny?

Seven long years gone in the twinkling of an eye—

Was there a moment I didn’t think of you and sigh?

Wouldn’t I be a traitor to myself if I didn’t journey

To Banswara on a bike, to be close to you and refresh old memory?

What did I gain but melancholy and an unfulfilled story?

And which of my endeavors would you deny?

Did you ever love me enough to feel my loss?

When oft I would indefinitely wait and think gross

Of my existence on this planet in the first place—

Couldn’t I go underground and hide my face?

Introvert am I; but for you, I come out and cry—

Which of my endeavors would you deny?

And which of my endeavors would you deny?