i decided to perch next to you
at your vantage point
that gave you an excellent view of me.
i watched with you
my antics and my gyrations
and all those little and big things
which make me all of me
i understood why you so often laugh
as I too felt immense bubbles of laughter
pealing out from inside me
i also understood
your love for me then.
I sat there next to you
watching you watching me
“what do you see ?”, I asked
you looked askance
but did not reply
“what do you see ?”, i insisted
you sighed
“if I tell you, you might die in fright”
“but I want to know..”, again I insisted.
“Then watch …!”, you ordered imperiously.
… i also understood
your love for me then.
“you’d die for me, won’t you?”
my eyes deep pools of understanding
“no…”
you looked at me
“i’d live for you….”
Watching the Watcher
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