Unmasking to remain
human. Listen, listen to my bane.
I am neither living, nor dead.
I am left with what I am not,
after you walked away with Agni.
My footfalls resound in water.
I am taking care of
lovebirds. They miss you when calls
don't come and food runs short.
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A delicate composition so tenderly expressed! Appreciated and admired....10