Poetry

Find Yourself

He’s her dawn
Who digs her in dusk
Yet he’s apple of her eye

He’s the cloud
Who hides her charm
Yet he’s her heart warm

She’s the book
Pages of which he tore
Yet he’s her dear chapter

She’s the brook
Bank of which he scrapped
Yet he’s her dear companion

Isn’t she obsessed
with her loving heart?
It’s high time she knew
that she’s still alive to live her life!

Affection ought to be fenced
fenced with love for self too
Selfless love, sacrificing self
is inviting storms of soreness

YOU can’t find YOURSELF in YOU
as long as you kill yourself
for the love that can’t see YOU as YOU!

@Raji❤