A Cafe on Church Street
there she was
sitting in a cafe
in company of her poems
not like tables full of lonely faces
a smile so warm
her notebook fierce
hair ready to leap
and shadow your face
in their grace
she gifted me these words
and i almost bought her a rose
i wonder
if she’s humming a tune
and laughing the same laugh
right now
as i pen this down
thinking
should i ask her
aavengi, ja nahin?