Beneath the bed
I wandered, you to be present.
Oh God! I know you are not alive.
Please come, let me die.
Here and where between a silence,
Unseen retained their glory,
Through the year, it’s what you are.
Engage… inhabit… establish….
Do what easy possible.
I am worried of you,
Not of mine.
So I bother where you are?
See! True let me whisper,
People….Yes! Those whom you have created.
Making of your fool, pretending what you,
Allash! Why I am telling you.
Everything is which you know.
Let me…. Please let … Let me,
Come across, I want just understand you,
That what you are, and
Just want to dig inside why you are.
And beg you an answer,
Why you are?
You know I myself afraid of you,
Where, there you proved me wrong.
And then, you tried to show me,
That yes you are.
But in actual, forgive me please
It’s not who you are.