MY EXISTENCE 
In the whirl of 
Your turbulent sea of love
Me an abstract soul
Like logs of wood
Being drifted 
From here to there
And finally tagged 
To your heart 
Absolutely. 
Now I exist in your bosom 
In entirety 
To be washed 
Off your shore
It is up to you
My questionable existence 
To be in your body
And soul
Purposefully. 
*(c)  Dasharath Naik                
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