Passage of Time

a poem by Shobha

I just called
to hear the sound of your voice
to relive moments of happy associations
to talk of my hopes and aspirations
and to hear of yours
to derive strength from each other

So when you asked me why I called
I was surprised
does it show
you care less for me
or relations have changed
with passage of time
when layers of dust have formed
over our relations
and no effort made
to clear the same

I like to think otherwise
for spontaneity still exists and
I hope it does too
for years to come

so that when we grow old
with responsibilities behind us
we can sit back
and talk again
of the days gone by
and of memories arising therefrom
thus exchanging notes
on our lives once again
over the passage of time.