by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Help me find a reason, why,
these poems must end in you;
though you are far gone away cutting the sugar w eeds
of my words while you still pretend to be kind.
As though i came to ask you where
and you showed me the way, and though
you would not say, and I kept going.
Help me find why after all these years
these poems return to burn me
still on my way
only because, the need to have them
closer to me,
more now than then, and more then and now,
as , was much more my need
to be in love with you.
From:
The Zong
Copyright ©:
Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Last updated May 31, 2012