My poetry is
Your bathing space;
Words are showering
On your naked body,
And rolls down at
The surface of your skin,
And reaches at the bottom of
Your golden foot;
When you moved away,
The space is filled with meaning;
The pleasant
Moment of bathing is
Always remembered
By a sticking letter or word
In the surface of your skin
Even after drying up the wetness.
anushmadhu P.Bharathi
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