ANJALI SINHA - OUR TALK

You want me to talk
You keep telling me
Talk naaaaa--bolo na! ! ! !
Say something-
Tell
me what! ! ! ! !
Okies listen to me--
I could not tell you in my talk.

You a man,
No self thrasonified.
So humble at heart
manliness of body
Adonis personified.
The simplicity of yourself
and
respect you have for women
crossed all terminus-
stirred my soul.

Even when angry
You an angel,
Gentleness to behold.
the difference in you
and others I saw,
Honesty in every word
Opened portals for me.

I cannot forget,
you think of me,
as a gratuitous gift from heaven.
Always with respect,
With words so gentle
That pierce my heart.

Your gazing looks,
Your serene eyes,
Penetrating,
the depths of my soul,
Asking that question
Again and again,
Is this love so real?
Is it true?
Or just a dream.

No- its not a dream
It’s a story-A GIST OF A TALK SO TRUE

ANJALI
25-10-2008

ANJALI SINHA

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