Why do you look at me
And smile incessantly
My lord!

Am I innocent of traditions?
Am I inconsistent of the prospects?
Am I ignorant of the customs?
Am I incoherent of the procedures?

Let me learn more from your heart
Let me follow better lines from your footsteps
Let me accustom to your absolutes
Let me draw inferences to accommodate your comforts

Then I wait and watch
For your august arrivals my lord!
With contentions and conclusiveness
Writ large on my face

I welcome you now to my dearest heart
Spare at least a few seconds for me in silence
Silence not sounds will relieve us
From inconclusive tensions my lord!