ബോത്ത്‌

Being becomes;
loosing you.
No way back,
I still want.
Disheartened,
Still no voice.
Crumbled wishes,
back to self.
Only quiet,
snow quiet,earth quiet, night quiet.
Sad tongue taste.
Slow mile,
too fast.
Heart beat,
no feet.
Breathing elephant skin,
ache inside.
Solemnity,
secret wish.
Nevermore and always.

(JT)