Keeping Mum Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

I see you, and I'm sure you see me too...
I do feel we're fit to roll and I'm sure you feel same too...
Too long ago, should I, the move, have made,
But on the either ends of a divide, we seem to be...

So, I, on my balcony shall look on with all world's longings
And you, from your window, peep with silent wishes
Till all looking and peeping days are done with,
And nothing's left of us, but our very shafts!

May we not moan when evening bells call
And to our pillows turn, filling every pore with sacred tears...