Khushbu

You don’t express or say that much, 
Nor do you express what’s in your heart,

You are tasting the moon far above the sky, 
Gave me the image that you’re seeking something,
Staring at the great moon, 
Your eyes tell you, need, you demand something.

What is it that hides inside you?
What is it that quiet and restrained inside you, 
Or You’re the moon, magnificent in the sky, 
The dearer I get to you, you’re rather unique.