There comes someone
Sad of heart
To thirst my deepest well
With salty tears
A traveller he is
Body to body
Romping the heart
Culling my weakest breath
There I find
My deepest repose
Buried under the ground
Taking his heart into mine
He is none other than me
Sadly, taking orb after orb
Must I be someone
Taking pleasantries pain by pain
An engaging poem enhanced by interesting images.
So much thanks dear Vijay Nair ji
Introspective !
Thanks dear sister Sunila Jee.