With Your Smile

With your smile She has reiterated number of times That I may be “stalker sometimes I feel and take it as pride And never try for emotions to hide What is wrong in it? If someone feels quiet fit At some overtures And response is coming for sure The poets are unpredictable Always try to turn table When accusation is hurled at And openly scolded I try to create no flutter But utter In silence My presence It is good to speak And stick To your version Without any confusion That shall never erode Or position looks odd It enhances the thought you are shielded in Sometimes you are involved as mister clean