Love;for nothing

 ::- LOVE; FOR NOTHING -::

'Why do you love me ?'
I asked her,
'Am no one;
Am neither good son, a brother
Nor am a good lover.'

She did not reply,
Nor did she try
To frame words,
Or to speak the sentences of romance,
Simply kept on looking ino me.

I kept on scanning
The sockets of her eyes,
For the time that felt for ages.
She need not speak,
Her eyes did the rest,
And then perhaps
I think I found my answer.
There was bothing I could see
For which she would love me.
She simply loved.
Loved; for nothing.

By-Vinod