Wednesday, 27 December 2017

Word

Words I pen,
an offering to you.

Oh Guru!

Screaming out of me,
are words about you,
seeking expression
in the petty things,
I know and don’t know.

Words I offer to you,
until I proffer my absolute self.

Words I offer,
until you become
my very life breath.


 

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