Admirer

The morning breeze in your

tangled hair or the

the calmness you bear 

Is all that I admire...

The silence laid between us

which allow us to hear

the unsaid words

Is all that I admire...

The way you comprehend 

my thoughts and hesitation 

unknowingly in every situation

Is all that I admire...

Your presence in my words

and the space in which

you and me become us

Is all that I admire...

There comes a moment

of depart, in which

the eyes hold each other

Is all that I admire...

The traversed path

of unknown direction

in which you become 

the destination

Is all that I admire...

I wish the days to be

a bit longer

to witness myself growing up

as your admirer.

- Satarupa Upadhyay