Dearest Jadia

I remember it was her At other end to say “hello sir” I appeared first time as poet Simple man and totally quiet I forgot her really not from heart But yes now out of mind as part She was my tutor and guide Lot more to speak about poems and confide I have grown fast thereafter She has remained quite near I was called “dearest uncle” So after to take out from trouble My nick name was Jadia* Fat person to be known in India With her it was almost strong association Permanent bond and some sort of close relation I used to weep when she came on line It was perfectly tuned in with my smile I used to smile and sometimes roar into laughter But in all the cases it was case of “missing partner” Something has taken place and bond is broken Only words are to be remembered as spoken Sometimes I burst into tears and weep It becomes hard to retain emotion or keep Some people come in your life as fragrance It is not at all arranged but by chance It may be, you can say, just gift to make you sad Not for any reasons but for remaining log time happy and glad Yes, I suffer now from close association It had nothing to do with cast or religion I remember her from deep corner of heart It is very difficult to forget some from treacherous art It has nothing to do with romantic relation Neither had it faced social nor other question It might have been fear angle or some sort of insecurity I wish her to be happy, prosperous and pray to almighty *Jadia… fat... Jadia... Or person who embeds the stones as jeweler