I will wait for you.
The question is to you
Whether you say yes or no?
I will orbit around like the moon does
to earth.
Never to hit around your path
only to be steered by your torrents—

You say, "you are just here for my verses"
I say, "I am my verses"
The ones which always speak of you
The wrenched answer
of your question—unveiled

The pretense of your forgetfulness.
Whatsoever I will still call you —
My highness.
My yieldings on a barren field.

Cloud on this blue sky
feels this dryness.
Apparent and sudden—
My eyes will still search for you—
In pictures, in books and
even in dead flowers.
In a quest of a gaze
They seek beauty
In your prominent grace

And now, everything pacing fast
Something in me is off the hook.
It's off the chest .
I lost a precious coin
from a fortune crest