Contradiction

 

 For Thamara Niranjali

Whenever I tell you,
‘Dear I have a poem to show you…’
I see your big brownish eyes,
Begin to gleam with boundless delight,
And a lovely smile leap to life on your lips,
Reflecting your deep fascination,
And your vicarious joy
Over my literary success.

I’m in turn enthralled,
By your insatiable desire for my poetry,
Mirroring my mad love for you,
Which compels me,
To think to myself,
‘How’s it possible that she loves
My literary works so much,
While she herself says she doesn’t love me?’

How can you help loving the clouds
While you love the sky?
I’m puzzled at the contradiction,
How can you help loving the night
While you love the stars?