It’s all I do to push myself
to pull my thoughts from my minds shelf
to reach out for the journey’s mile
to receive that flash of Shabana smile

I press my effort to think real deep
when she is pouting or in a weep
I interrupt her destructive style
to pry that moment of a shabana smile

she often sees that things are dark
she waits for moments of changing spark
her mind is swathed with darkness piled
it’s me that draws this shabana smile