In her eye you will
Find no reply,
No voice to say hi.
In her hair you will find
Light air
Through the strands.
Her hands
have scars
Her mind filled with stars
And planets. And thoughts
Sentences and dots
To forgotten words.
Butterflies and birds
On her dress
“I confess-“
She begins
And stops.
Her gaze drops.
She does not
Know what you thought.
Slight fear
Of being near.
Of touch
Saying too much.
Of the gaze
Holding praise
And scorn
Both.
-Yumoo Komal Ashfaq
Find no reply,
No voice to say hi.
In her hair you will find
Light air
Through the strands.
Her hands
have scars
Her mind filled with stars
And planets. And thoughts
Sentences and dots
To forgotten words.
Butterflies and birds
On her dress
“I confess-“
She begins
And stops.
Her gaze drops.
She does not
Know what you thought.
Slight fear
Of being near.
Of touch
Saying too much.
Of the gaze
Holding praise
And scorn
Both.
-Yumoo Komal Ashfaq
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