I Ask You Few Questions
your reflection I see,
is trying to make me a poet
a poet of your nature,
talking about you only
near to me are your gestures
trying to hold my consciousness
is it a coincidence,
we look into each other’s eyes at the same time?
I can feel your feelings through your reflection
asking long awaited questions
but do you observe my restlessness,
whilst answering those questions??
I know our feelings lack motivation
and confidence to air,
but tell me are you ready to do the said??
I’m myself trying to do the same,
but my heart is waiting for your permission
will you permit it to do so??
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