Visceral
Visceral
I don’t want to be Sati
I am not Savithri
Neither am I a ‘WIFE’
Who gets locked within me.
The love and lust were a voyage
When I enjoyed each moment
The fragrance of sindhoor and musk
Surrounded us, to wherever we flew.
The radiance is gone and fragrance is lost
Yet the heart yearns for a new picture
The bones hanker for a mate
A different name, shape and face
I shall live to the fullest of my soul
I shall love till I reach the horizon
I am waiting, praying and wishing
For you, my special friend- still unclear.
Sandhya T.P.
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