Biddle Of Death Poem by aathi parthipan

I have only one drop of tear

how can i cry for you

I have only one hand of love

how can i fill up you

dearest

Though i have a small boat

no direction for my paddle

Though i have a little island

no light for my existence

dearest

I am the freedom of pond fish which hide without water

my love

My duty is enjoying the colorless sky

I am the swaram of Biddle of death - which fills the emptiness of my old times with lifelessness

drought is my place - where i am the breathe of life

I have the drop of ocean

and you have the boat of Noah