She waits at a stopover of my unfinished journey

It's very hard to understand her dialects of the talking eyes
And the hidden dumb heart.
That really brings me confusion.
What she requests either love, sex and life or something else?
Oh! I was chained and I cannot move even an inch from this barricade.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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