Like most in my family,
I have lived, I have lost;
I have done my duty;
I have paid its cost.
I have caught butterflies
And let them go;
I can kill demons
And none would know.
I have survived pain;
Seen the sun rise;
Felt love blossom;
Held it, as it dies.
Decades have passed,
So have most in my family;
I have lived and lost;
I continue my life
And forgiven its cost.
Just turn around in bed
And touch my cheek.
I am not asking for hours.
A moment is all I seek.
I know your language
Of love is not the same;
But call me jaan once –
I already know my name.
A caress – in passing –
A hug that is warm and tight –
Can soothe so much pain –
Can make love so right –
When I was six,
I had typhoid.
Who knew then
Of mental voids,
Just pleasure,
Of being away
From school,
A home stay,
There was no
Future plan,
No letting go.
As I grew,
I held on to pain,
And darkness,
And rain.
I didn’t let hurt
Or seasons go,
Though they themselves
Chose to flow.
Now, as I grow,
Greater pain
Opens doors
For old ones to go.
Hearts Still Care 
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