Poem

My musing

Watching you is what my eyes love to do
Speaking to you is what my speech love to do
Listening you is what my ears love to do
Sensing you is what my skin love to do
Smelling you is what my nose love to do

How shall I stop them from adoring you?
How shall I warn them to avoid you?
How shall I argue with them not to want you?
How shall I hurt them from seeking you?

They crave you madly, they yearn you much but
I am afraid one day you’d be short like the rain I wait for
I am scared one day you’d be hot like the cold breeze that I long for
I am alarmed one day you’d vanish like the green I love
I am panicked one day you’d forget me like the river that flows no more

@Raji❤