Faced you one to one for the first time,
You are quiet, demure and present absolute,
Walked into your vast and transparent territory,
Where the things are so visible with horrible details,
I hold your hands my friend as I have had no one,
You and I are here witnessing me cry and smile,
Millions of sensual butterflies have flown out for the next life,
Billions of hope stars exist, sometimes twinkle and dark,
Walked beside the river of flowing memories,
Sometimes hot and cold with heavy under current,
You are always here to embrace me with your ice hands,
After every storm and rain, there are new sprouts emerge,
On the dry carpeted grass, where doubtful ants happily,
Have dug tunnels to rear the miserable young,
You exist everywhere where emptiness prevails,
I don't know how I have made friendship with you,
In the noisy world, where people scavenge for food,
Why do you follow me wherever I go with silence?
Why do scratch my scars with your unkempt sharp nails?
Why do sit on the podium to judge me with your hammer?
Why do you always make me weak, forgetting all my strength?
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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