Eila Mahima Jaipaul
A Garden Of Servile Vines - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
All day long I question
unanswered fate and inevitable truths.
their teasing haunts me.
where was I
when you happened?
didn't you realize
I wish to remove all between us,
to be clothed only in your whispered name...
acting a garden of servile vines
(inclined to wrap around you)
I will find a way back
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