A Few Tears & My Soul…

Like a translucent parchment;

That holds freshly baked bread;

Sweetened around the edges;

Browned upon Vanilla Essence,

It Moistened it Breath Even through fires of pain,

Right within its pores!

In the same way

Beloved…

“Here I’ve Enfolded, a few tears along with my soul…”

For what can I offer thou,

But this parchment of a skin & dying bones,

Along with some tears & my soul!

Please partake this humble offering

For there’s No Other Entitlement- “I own”,

Other than this Simple Heart that was always yours

Beloved along with this parchment of skin & my dying bones,

All I wish to ever offer are a few tears & my soul!

For the fires of this Pain is -Enough Now!

As its burnt down everything

& has left me “Humbled”, down to my very core!

A few tears & my soul…Is All I have left to Offer thou

Meghna Loke