I wrote this poem when we were having a game in our office in Whitefield-Bangalore, a few days before Valentine’s Day (2004). All had to secretly present a rose and a small gift to a person of the opposite sex we were especially fond of and the names of the secret admirer were to be revealed on Valentine’s Day. I had sent across a rose to a particularly beautiful woman and this poem was my way of telling her why I wouldn’t be revealing my identity even when required.
Why can’t it be that we remain unknown?
And this admirer’s face could remain unshown?
So that this story could then go on,
From my heart then more dreams could spawn…