I Am Clueless For Whom I Write! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

In my knowledge I have no friends nor relatives

Nor those who welcome my works into their hearts;

But who knows such exist beyond my skies and seas

With their silent lips and lazy fingers?

Really I am clueless for whom I pen my works

But to unburden my heart that weighs me down

And for the dizzy kick that keeps me afloat

May there be a mirror-soul of me

That awaits in the dim distance far far beyond

For my songs to alight on its willing shoulders!