Jawaab

When I met her

After ages of longing

On the reluctant shores of her arms

I asked her

What do you want me to do?

She silently

Writes my name on the sand

Like a rumour

Smiles

Like a shrewd politician

Of emotions

Promises everything

Like some mythic God

Runs her fingers

Through my hairs

Cups my face in her palms

And says

I want you to be my slave, forever!