O Sudhir Janardhanan
The First Night - Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan
tonight, tired we caressed
some emotions into place.
some wrinkles onto bed
as we sleep without a wait.
In spaces that we leave
expect, in times to come,
love to grow and await.
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