With All Recompense

Someday Somewhere I could bid you farewell With all recompense When I gather the courage To break the hard ice Without asking for Any indemnity Of returning back Though I could not freely Expess the desire Of being selfish That greed still lies Under my rib cage To grab and hide you From the knavish eyes The world; Chapped lips And disheveled hair Is all that my company Placed on your platter.

© Kawsar Khalil Valley of Kashmir

Second image of poem created by Kawsar Khalil, courtesy of Adobe Spark.