How may I speak to thee
When love has snatched my words of pride?
I had so many songs to sing..
before the silent lull of the beloved gulped them all.
It is ridiculous how love has tamed me to become the most useless one in my town.
While the others ambition, dream and succeed.
I lie prostrate on empty fields and gaze at the beloveds faceless face in the skies above.
Now what is left worthy for me to do or become?
Without the “I” …it’s all a continuum hum of the beloved
Its now only a wait to be taken over!