The Answer
~ Uditvanu Das
I asked her,
do you really
love me?
She looked down at her hands,
those ,
delicate ,
graceful ,
fingers.
Lifting them up,
like the sunflower,
turns to face the sun,
she placed it on my hand.
Held my fingers,
played with them,
like a baby plays with the fathers.
I looked up at her face,
those,
deep,
sensitive,
eyes,
spoke
of care,
of a deep intense feeling.
Her beautiful lips,
quivered,
like the petals of a rose,
as they parted into a smile.
Her eyelids fluttered like
free butterflies,
in the morning sun.
She looked up at me,
I got my answer.
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