Waiting with baited breath
My dreams were bathed.
Secret wants
Lucid desires
Sat perched in my heart
Dressing me to near perfection .
Making heads turn
With unmasked queries
But you walked away
Messaging your apology
And with it
Rested my worry....
What would I Say.
Dreams have learnt
They know their place.
By Binita Jha
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