The Lord of Blue Waters
Has no use for
These kisses and hugs
He does not want
Any sweet nothings
Whispered
He expects me to take the hint
And fall like an autumn leaf.
I had climbed
Ten thousand steps
From the steep slippery side
To reach his shrine
It does not please him
To hear offerings of prayer
If it is silence he prefers
I shall forget my speech.
Prathibha Nandakumar
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