An Authentic Sentiment

This hand has touched your face, 

could I use this hand to commit a sin,

ever again?

In the late evening glow

swathing the hanging balcony,

a 'daring' light had fallen on your face,

and like a telegram,

had instantly revealed your grace!

A hint of a smile had merged

on your brows and eyes,

or was it the shine of mica-fines?

At such times,

I so long to call that man, just a 'dude'.

I raise my right hand

and with my muscles flexed,

I whisper to myself --

'Be worthy of him,

Be worthy and rise'

I touch your chin --

This hand has touched your face,

could I use this hand to commit a sin,

ever again?

These lips have told you,

'I love you', once,

could a deceit play on these lips

ever again?

Coming down the steps

I remember, all of a sudden,

that the most important words

were yet to be said!

A breeze from the alien shores

would one day, soon,

carry this man away

as nimble and graceful as a swan!

And the stairs would all give way

to the surge of a sudden quake!

I stop,

and look deep into your eyes ...

I realize,

love is such an ardent pledge,

a deep emotional bondage,

and a sentiment bound in truth.

My eyes begin to burn ...

standing on the steps,

these lips had told you,

'I love you', once,

could a deceit play on these lips,

ever again?