When Afternoon Descends Here Poem by Upendra Majhi

Our two hearts are clear,
and full of love for each other,
during last two and half decades
yet we have not spoken
that will fill half a page,
we two went there urged by our heartforce,
to say something to each other,
you neither owning it nor disowning
we forgot our earthdust banal familiarity willingly
like teacher erases writings in blackboard, for fresh ones
to become strangers,
for familiarity rarely engenders love,
now having shared so commonly so much of time
we are pretending, practising being strangers,
we loathe that familiarity and seek the other one.
we are old, our age has transcended hundreds of this
in one shrug,
yet when late afternoon descend
on this Byculla building, love occurs.