You stand on the roof, hands resting
Your hands and hair are covered
Under a shawl
Your face basks in the sun
Like grains roasted in a bonfire
At that moment, I see you
You who are not my lover
Nor have we dreamt together
We are imprisoned in our own cages
I see in your eyes
The quiet falling leaves of the Gulmohar tree
You take a deep breath
In your sadness, many birds bid farewell
But we have not said goodbye yet
We do not know about this
We are unclear
You who are not my lover
I have never written you a letter
But our eyes know
That we have waited for each other for centuries
We have not promised
But I see
The evening sun shines on your face
Writing our vague story
Between our great spaces
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
