The Unnamed Bond

By Partha Pratim Boruah

A story to remember,

The deeds foretold.

To the person that matter,

Has an unnamed bond.

A meet once happened,

But was unfortunate.

To hold the talk,

Like the end of the bargain.

Destined to meet again,

Fell on a random call.

Met the girl on chat,

Who says I am so tall.

The laugh to love,

A choice invisible.

Over the talks to know,

We were so compatible.

A girl who overthinks and shares,

A guy who patiently listens.

To know a person worthwhile,

This is a promise to be given.

She is the light to his darkness,

The happiness to his sorrow.

He can be the real oneself,

In front her today than tomorrow.

But what is it for the world to know,

Better to be unnamed than a nameless call.

I will stand by her,

Whenever she will fall.

A bond to share,

A pride so small.

She can outlast very dawn,

No matter how much it's tall.

The trust in her eyes,

Is a gift of greatness.

The value of love,

With a small kindness.

The smile she gave me,

I will always wear it.

Never to be fall apart,

This is a word I said.

By Partha Pratim Boruah