Holding the petal of rose, near to my heart..

Recalling the moments when i met my sweet-heart.

It was the library that was silent, but thousands of thoughts ran through the eyes of each others..

Then, i took this book in my hand,”Excuse me – can i borrow that book ?” he asked with a smile on his face..

I wanted to say “NO“, but the heart said “Yes“… and i handed him the book – and lower my gaze..

He disappeared from the library within a few seconds, i waited for him, for a whole weekend..

Then- I found this book Once again, in that very old shelf where it was placed in order by a very beautiful hand..

As i touched the book, i felt his scent.. the feeling of belongingness prevails..

At home i sat, and read the very first page, it said, “Sometimes it better to stay away and look at your love very fair”

It was not a sentence or a paragraph of the book, but a letter with a rose petal which now i hold in my hands, keeping it near to my heart and waiting to meet him once again.. ❤

—–Abdul Gani Punjabi