When You Come In - Manushya Puthiran

“See, when you knock

and enter my room,

I am penning a poem

about you.

I am then stranded midway

through the poem.

Could you please wait outside?”

I said uneasily.

Yes it was harsh

Your face fell.

When you walk into my poems

I slam shut all the doors

you find toward me

That is how

I have now come to 
depend on

merely your imitations

On merely the words that I have created for you