POEM_: Sunshine Trilogy III

…And a Reply

He told me
all about himself.
What he perhaps thought,
warts, and all.
And asked me not
an iota in return.

And he watched my face
bit by bit revealing
his innermost,
perhaps, waiting,
for the first signs
of flinching in my face.

Little did he know
that in exchange of being his,
I could give up
all that is mine,
and all that,
could ever be mine.
Least of all,
ever think of insisting
that he fall in line
with the established mores of
the present day society.

Little did he know
that riddled with my numerous
insecurities and infirmities,
I could scarcely believe
that he had
actually brought with him, for me
his golden sunshine
flooding all the darkest
deepest corners of my being
with his undying rays of love.

My sunshine,
would you actually believe
that the most cherished
the most beloved
the most important moment,
in my entire life,
was when
in a reply to my most
convoluted question about us,
you had buried your face
in my naked shoulder, and
had said, simply,
“I want to
be yours”.

- owais

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This was earlier published in Trikone Magazine / Bombay Dost and in the anthology, 'Yaraana'.