Sunday Poetry Special By Sindhu K. Nair

Between life and death

Yes, I have got the call of your heart the yester mo,
Yet to accomplish thy wishes.
To water and pamper thy dreams!
My torturous days have ‘nt brought any wringles on my face.
Oh! How dare you are!
I was eagerly waiting for your call, amidst tempests,
In a wrecked boat.
But, i was just a dunce, at your sight, then!
But let me appologise, dear,
I am on the race to capture the sun!
Am a middle -braw, who don’t know the secrets of life!
I shall meet you,
But only after writing my name on rocks!
Only after raising my own flag on the farthest star!