Good Morning!

He comes back again.

Sunrays and him, and

me and the windowpane,

We share a similar fate.

That round face, spectacled eyes, I know em’

I know more than I’m supposed to.

He has stories confined within,

However,

He speaks out to me.

Those fingers and sketch pens,

Narrate better stories whenever we meet,

He writes and I opt to tell,

What a perfect match!

Sharing words in tranquility,

I doubt,

Peace or bliss???

We don’t want an answer though.

I’m his creation.

Beautiful and emotional,

Like a peacock, dancing in the rain,

These are his mercies that I carry.

I decipher his originality,

He fills me by heart,

Lets me know that stories are eternal,

Like the mighty soul,

He whispers me the sagas,

He’s witnessed.

When he begins coloring me sensibly,

His honesty pulls me up, and

I keep staring,

Until he’s done,

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© Sameer Baniya