On A Dawning Moment Poem by Bidisha Sharaf

A peeping face from that mom made cotton coverlet
Sneaked into my rug!
Wanting to be friends and
You became my thug!
That smile when you were drooling
I was loved and laughing.
But it was my smile
For that you were ready to cross thousands of miles.
Tears of your adamant demand,
Stopped me to run my errand.
What are those dancing feet on the air?
Are you telling me is it your hangover?
Putting that plug into phone,
You confirmed me you were drunk and ‘Go on'.
Drops of my tears were thick
Because of fear of losing you to that ‘summer chick'!
Closing my eyes over your face every time
Hurt me for those uncountable nights.