I call him a poet
He
Who beautifies his loneliness
Sitting all alone
...
I am your neighbour
When your house is
Under fire or in flood.
...
A handful of dreams and desires
In a fortnight of Spring is
...
Your signature of loving touch
Written on wet sand of my heart
...
So often today
You have entered me,
Like a cool summer breeze,
Through the Sun-burnt grooves.
...
As the Sun
Seeps into the bones,
A gust of wild wind
Carries an uneven blow
...