I was an open book,
In the hold of her inquisitive eyes,
And she appeared to me like a genealogist,
Turning every leaf of my life,
Exposing every fear,
And all my inner beliefs.
And in that unveil state,
All I could do was,
Let her read my mind,
And avoid indulging in any ridicule prate.
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Stunning !!
Shantanu all your poems are just wow.
Thanks so much, Aditi. Much appreciate your comment. Truly humbled
My pleasure 😊
😊🌸
Beautiful!❤
Thanks so much, Rich ❤️
Yup some people have that craft they can read your soul and heart and you stand stark naked stripped off your facade.
True that. Such is a human heart vulnerable
Yes exactly and I always feel blessed to meet such people.
Yes and yes
Two yesses??
Yeah 😊
haha