Confession

Confession Is not it hard enough To contemplate in silence The other way round of truth! Will you, simply, admit? If I implore you That you waited on me Like a paramour does for her lover This must hurt your mediocre sentiment If your answer is yes And you will be cheating yourself If you dare to say no My daily routine Like a scar of an old wound Persists in your retention A little before I enter into my room You never fail to screening Your windows To negate the outside light And hiding behind the veil The piercing Shame of admittance And ever growing shadow of your grief You drive away the doting look One dares to cast, As you cannot stand The amorous gaze On your chaste conscience Is not it true?