by Arul Santhosh.D
The delightful pain overwhelms
As I feel the changes made to me
Off the seclusion of my heart!
Even its beats signify the solitude,
Which yearns for the place?
Where it loved and lost!
Clutched by the flower,
Now my soul yearns for a flavour!
Where shall I find that flower?
To breath, survive and shower, in!
Will it shower my soul?
By the dew from its bud!
Last updated July 01, 2017