She Held My Collar To Ask Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

She held me by collar to ask me,
Do you love me or not,
Coming closer to,
Asking me simply,
Sometimes furiously,
Sometimes melodiously
With tears into the eyes of hers,
Pulling me closer,
Asking to give an ear to her whispers,
Do you love me,
Love me or not
Or will go away from,
Standing vis-à-vis, face-to-face,
Eyes to the eyes, lips to the lips,
Tear drops seen from closely
And their crystal trickle,
Asking for an answer,
Do you love me, love me or not
Or will you go from,
Will you go and leave me?

O, say you,
Do you love me,
Love me or not,
I know, know,
You will go away, go away,
Saying it repeatedly,
Enquiring about curiously enough,
Do you love me or not,
Do you love me, love me
Or will you leave me,
Leave me and go away,
With the tears falling from,
Maya engulfing me,
Trenching in,
She asking me time and again,
Do you love me,
Love me or not
Or turn away from,
Will, will go away from
Leaving me?

I too had made up my mind
Of deserting her,
Leaving,
Leaving and turning away from,
But when said she weepingly
With tears into the eyes of hers,
The innocent face of hers,
Confessed I, melted it the heart of mine
For being compassionate enough,
To be kind to man in distress
And she crying, crying like a small girl,
The eyes red with tears ad weeping
And she threatening to pull,
Pull a crowd
For a hasty retreat
And behavioural treatment of mine
But I came to the ground
When she held me by collar,
Dragged me stealthily,
Threatening to make it public
If confided I not in,
Took her to not believing
That I love you, love you,
That I shall not, shall not leave you.

Her holding of my collar, drawing
And dragging me
Brought me to the ground,
Got I my enlightenment
As for not to cheat anyone,
Betray anybody else,
Deceive you not,
Love and leave you not
After loving anybody,
Change not so often
With the fickle mind,
Love you yourself,
Love you, lover her,
Love, but betray her not,
Kiss the flower
But change it not.