Coming To Terms Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

Coming To Terms

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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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