Apr 2016
Why can't I have it?
Why?
Why can't I have that joy,
When I can see her have it?
Why can't I hold my smile firm
The way she is able to dodge the grit?
Why can't I have that resting queen face
When all I can see is that she befits?
The way she holds him close
Like a cute little kitten
A purr in her voice as they rub noses
As he gazes at her looking smitten
The peace in her eyes (called love)
The grace in her smile (called acceptance)
The contour upon her cheekbone (what is she made of?)
His hypnotized gaze on her being, her very existence
Why can't I have it too?
Why?
Why?
Why can't I have that joy,
When I can see her have it?
Why can't I hold my smile firm
The way she is able to dodge the grit?
Why can't I have that resting queen face
When all I can see is that she befits?
The way she holds him close
Like a cute little kitten
A purr in her voice as they rub noses
As he gazes at her looking smitten
The peace in her eyes (called love)
The grace in her smile (called acceptance)
The contour upon her cheekbone (what is she made of?)
His hypnotized gaze on her being, her very existence
Why can't I have it too?
Why?
From a singleton's POV (or if you're in a long distant relationship) and witnessing PDA on public transport / social media / wherever, when that's the last thing you want to see. I'm sure we've all had a dose of this at least once!
For full intro given to this poem, visit - https://ambikajois.wordpress.com/2016/04/19/why-cant-i/
For full intro given to this poem, visit - https://ambikajois.wordpress.com/2016/04/19/why-cant-i/
