can you shelter me in a syllable, a sound
in the depth of your poetry
in the ink that drops fervently
a shelter for a moment
while i recall
the way back into me
can you share with me a move
in the vastness of your embrace
in the dance of your hips
a moment for just a moment
while i recall
the way back into me
can you give me a hand
in the sweetness of the kheer you feed the multitudes
in your search for more mouths to feed
a mouthful of taste for a moment
while i recall
the way back into me
can you give me a shelter, a move, a hand, anything at all,
for a moment
while i recall
the way back into me
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