These rustic tears
when they drop,
time and place
they know not,
sophistication
they can spell not,
all they can be is
themselves
and the path beyond.

Caught in my palms
and my cheeks,
in whispers they speak
glad they found a way out
now they rest;
anguish and misery
they carry with them
leave the heart clean,
dry and in peace.

Inspired by the poem 'TIME PLACE AND ACTION' by Arkay Das

Reshma Ramesh

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