OK poem

I looked at my whatsapp,
It says, you were typing,
Ask me, go on, ask me,
To do something impossible,
Something almost useless,
Something unique and unimaginable.

Like drinking the water from milky-way
Like knowing tomorrow,
Like looking at you for an hour,
in next two minutes.

But you didn’t,
All you asked,
to return, my stuff you borrowed,
With trembling human hands,
And bleeding idiot heart,
I typed the smallest possible reply,
“Ok”.

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