To read between the lines

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I fear to look at you, it may make you conscious.
I fear to look away, it makes me anxious.

Do you think you know, how hard it is to do?
listening for a tune, in pouring drops of dew.

Open your eyes and see, our horizons finally did meet.

The delight on your face,
after that stealthily gaze.
One thing, I assure you, my dear,
that timid behaviour is your unsung saviour.

How can you be a destination for her,
when you are a journey to yourself?

Take me back to when,
we carried more questions than blames,
Into those darker dens,
walking away from these superficial shames.

Pratik Mishra 2019