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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