The Questionnaire

What are you? I questioned,
your poetry, she whispered

Who are you? again I asked,
your words set in a rhythmic motion, she gestured

Where are you? I inquired,
I dwell on your thoughts, she mumbled

When did you come? I interrogated,
in your dreams when you were asleep, she discoursed

How did you happen to be? I asked again,
your words drew a poetic sketch of me, she whispered into heart.
-Kazi