Memories
I waited for you in the Dark of the new moon. Near the Black Stone and granite wall, I still hold you in the same place where you always rapt with me And became us. The kisses you fill in the deep Pit of love overwhelm me. I jump to the ground through The roots deep into the soil. You are so everywhere in Its natural creation, in the Subsoil that has eaten the Carcasses of human beings. I do not want rebirth. I only Wish this birth could be close to you. You have a lot of features that You can't claim for the pride of the rising sun - and the coolness of the streams. I see your name clearly in the midst Of all the names engraved on The layers of the earth. Bio: Shaheer Pulikkal, a young Indian writer, was born in Kerala on December 16, 2001. He is a Malayalam writer. His works published over Fifteen Times.
Fevers of the Mind 