Coming to Terms
Wound,
my bestie,
visits me daily
even in my absence!
Tear
rolls & rocks
kissing cheeks
caressing my feelings!
Blood
bewitches me
with its warm hugs;
so much hypnotising!
Sweat
suffuses me
in my nothingness;
never to betray mine!
My life
grasps fairly,
often going green
greets me generously!
©® Dasharath Naik
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