Newscaster Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

When you asked me whom you like,
In the days of my youth
I had yet to have an ideal face
To imagine
An actress?
A newscaster, slipped from my tongue
When I met you
I met the newscaster
Hairs done like her
The whole appearance like the newscaster
A lot of time
Spent in the parlor
The newscaster
How she looks
Many times
You might have been angry
A hair cut like her
My lip color
And now the newscaster in front of
Me
I have been in love with you
You wanted to make me say
Yes
I said that
But to you