Unspoken Affections: Part-IX

if I could fly in the sky, I will declare my love to the people on ground If I could talk to the birds, I will ask them to add some melodies in the scene But you stood across the road, denying something you started The look from your eyes and its torturing action- my cheeks grew warmer But something in this moment without you, I feel how far we really are Our places close but hearts still hundred miles far My desk is the only place I can write about my muse Thinking you’re closer to me but it’s a poem you will never learn of