***'While A Cup Of Tea' Poem by hari khabrani

Under the veil of the sun
I met a lovely friend and asked
How was she living being alone?
She just looked at me and smiled.
At tea cup and few biscuits on the table,
You can hear the kisses of the waves
Suddenly out of the blue I asked.
“What attracts you sensually? ”
Again, she just smiled at me as an answer.
“What does not is not the sensuality? ” I asked her again.
And said “The world is not without sensuality”
“It is out of sensuality.”
“Different am I? ” “I am a person who has no sensuality? ”She said.
“But, home itself is created out of the urge of sensuality” I explained.
“Does a stone have sensuality? ” she added.
“Do not petrify, being human” I sighed.
“My days petrify me” she just simply added.
And she kept silent looking at me as if assessing my eyes.
But days itself are not petrifying,
Especially when sense of sensuality exists
And where not, human body is made of sensuality out of sensuality
Extinguishment under certain circumstances may prevail
But simmering are never ended
That simming has the arousals and ablaze
Every person walks differently with different mind attached to his legs
That he walks on and is tired of
As long as he walks
That similarity also remains till repose is taken
And start on foot and walk again
It is fact, without physic and brain remains no psychology
Dear no world without sensuality and its persisitence!
May not I consider reminder over.