Absolute reverence..

In solitude from the world, under the shade of a tree

Sat they on a sunny day, when they were free.

In one another, had they found a soothing rhyme

Thus did friendship blossom between them with time.

As she rested her head on his broad shoulder

Across her shoulder went his hand and held her.

Her fingers, in silence, ran through the hair on his head.

Disturbing her subtle calmness; to her, questions he fed -

"Why does it seem you don't express all that you feel?

No barriers in our friendship, wasn't that the deal?"

Dwelling deep in his eyes, did she look for trust

Assuming its existence, she spoke, clearing the dust -

"A girl when voices her feelings, in this society

 Is like the priest caught in the ritual of variety.

A priest offering prayers to a deity in procession

Not just that, he is fed a mouthful of poison.

If swallowed, all his life would end in vanity.

If split out, he ruins his and the deity's dignity.

Yet he is asked to sing hymns in the Lord's praise,

Voice their pains and seek pleasure for the entire race.

Thus is it when we are asked to express ourselves.

Voices crushed, we are left with only tears and sighs.

Caged freedoms, Broken promises, Abandoned dreams,

Swollen wounds, Masked pains and Fake smiles.

If truth be expressed, it reveals the transience of identity.

If kept to myself my voices, doubted is my fidelity."

He could sense her moist eyes as tears rolled on to his shoulder.

Reassuring his presence, in subtle calmness, he gently held her.

Failing to find words to express himself, he surrendered to silence.

She had poured her heart into his soul in absolute reverence...