And I Remember You Poem by Kaustubh Patthe

I remember you like the moon which fall upon me,
Like the smooth breeze that pinch me.
Like the shiver of November cold,
Like the fire I try to hold.

I remember you in the aroma of rose wine,
In every crystal, in every metal that shine.
In every beauty, in every bird call,
In every spring, in every rainfall.

I remember the way you scold,
I remember the things you told.
I will remember you when I’ll get old,
I will remember you when I’ll need a hand to hold,

I will remember you when you’ll not there,
And I remember you as you were.