QUESTION HOUR
He looked at me
And time stopped
I forgot it was a time
to answer the questions asked
He continued peeping in papers and documents
A glance slipping through hands,
notes, pens and nail polish.
A pause at neck, ears, lips and saree
And time stopped
I suddenly remmebered I had to look in eyes
Face him direct and still
had to reply what he asked
even when it didn't matter
Yes it didn't matter at all
In that very moment we both knew
What mattered now
was not written, not asked
Just felt from the side of smirks
and the hidden smiles
That remained there for hours, days and months
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