My Mysterious

He keeps on squinting as I heed

To his every word, surfacing out

Of the Pandora's box, while I was

Waiting for a walk of life, a calling;

He paused to see a snap, dazzled my

Heart of heaven; I am no iron, but still

Soften for the rising flame; as he shot a

A missile for my poetic passion, a reed for

I was too forgetful to forget him, caught for

My naivety, raring to go with all the inhibitions