Connecting Sans Identifying Poem by Suraj Samtani

I don't know who you are,

Or where you are from.



Neither do I really care,

Nor am I bothered.





I just thank you,

For satiating my every hunger.



& I also thank you,

For choosing me to satisfy yours.





You may have a ploy at work,

Or you may really be genuine.



You may be a real gem of an angel,

Or you may be the sweetest disguise.





To your identity I've turned a blind eye,

& Hid myself in the illusion of our pure connection.



My dear, Please don't shed your skin,

For I will then promptly shed my soul.