Man always desires, when he is upset, his beloved should understand without him expressing.
Upon calling on the phone she should make out from his faint “Hello!” And ask him “Are you upset?”
Seeing his messy hair, slightly red eyes, she should ask “Didn’t you sleep last night? Are you having nightmares? Are you tense about something?”
He wants his lady to understand when to hug tightly, when to close his eyelids by gently touching with soft palm, when to hold his hands and whisper into his ears “I am always with you, do not feel sad”
He desires in the middle of the night she should note and place the shifted pillow under his head without disturbing his sleep.
On a winter frosty night, he desires her to wrap him with a blanket of love.
He wants his lady to remember his birthday, talk about the first day touch and feel.
The lady should touch him making false excuses and wish her to touch his forehead and say “Let me check whether you have fever or not”
If he ever tried to part in pride, ego, arrogance, he wants her to say “Is there any necessity to part because I have made a small mistake. What about my love, my dedication, can’t it bring you back? Can we not come together again?”
Man always surrenders in-front of his ego, his pride, his arrogance. Nothing is achieved finally.
Gradually pride gets in the way, a sea of regret fills the chest.
A poem by Sarmistha Dey