Feel my pulse, feel my self,
feel me within your hue
my best is reserved for you…
This is not an impulse amidst the din.
Morning seed in me is waiting
to burst out to you…
Evening creed is a canopy
of faith lying for your unwrapping…
I plead to read your song
written all over me for long…
Your silence only simmers my fears
Do not listen to me with your ears
Listen with your heart
Listen to my tears…
Not for me the power and the pelf
Shall I wrap me up within yourself?
Or tell me how better I can bare myself…


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