They Ask Of You. Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

She, who was to be trapped in traditional relationship saga, stopped before me
I gathered myself to give my social ear to her
She asked me, whether I'd had any love story or not.
She's friend; her tone too was friendlier
I, like all other poets, tried to be poetic
My words turned intoxicated
And I for a second went lost in centuries
My eyes too longed for that partly distant shore
Poor she couldn't trace thy diction in my drunken self.