GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 64

Vasanthi Swetha What If I wrote a poem for you, where would you go and read it, would you glance at it and quickly fold it back to your front pocket, would you run as far as you could and spell it out letter by letter, would you look into my eyes and read it to the movement of my lips like you wrote it, would you wait for the night to fall asleep and read it under the moonlight, 64