Are the fruits of
Sleepless night
With aching hands,
Boiling mind
Dripping with blood
The pen scratching
Some truth on the
Round glove white
In the wish
To balm your
Scares left
On your heart.
To sooth your
Worries and wash
Your confusion
He dives
Deep to the bottom
Of the ocean, man, just
To make you smile,
When you are down
He lifts you up,
When you are up,
To celebrate you,
Words are nailed
To make a garland
To spread scent on your
Heart to inject more
Joy in your life,
Come, read between
The lines.