For A Day

Sometimes I suspend writing

Out of potential misjudgement of others

Total fear-

That words I scribble on a page might become victim to those that mishear

So I stay quiet, shaant

Chup chaap

Moo bund

Hoping fruits of my labour don’t disappear

I am thinking of you though, you know who you are

Oh to glisten at your eyes, listen to your lips as they say:

“Maktoob”

Witnessing her moon shimmering smile

As the children run around and play

I’d give anything in the world

To be her nose ring for just a day…

Make My Skin Shine