When I meet you, I keep my poem in your hand. You slowly,
slowly, open it with shaking fingers, and read, may be twice, may be thrice.
So...I’, watching watch your face. I can see the facial changes…your face
begins to be reddish, your eyes, widely opened, your fore-head with an exclamation…and
then look at me with a sweet smile, sometimes with sad eyes. you don’t talk
with me for a moment and then sigh. A deep sigh!!! Again, keep that piece paper
on your lips, and then on the nose, while you breathing heavily, then roll your
lips. Then smile again. Oh…gosh…how much I like to see those facial impressions
of yours? So...I think to myself…. its worth more than waiting for my life time,
to see those things of you. The next thing is the best part of this…you tell…
