Love Senyru

Hold Geeta
closest
my cuticles feel yours

He emerges
with crimson numbers
on facebook

I call
he says, 'hello'
I live for one more day

Eyes
in tears
with you in heart

Your mother, I am
My mother, you
I need your embrace
even after you hurt me

He holds a book
I kiss it
Kiss him

Immersed in
your embrace
my chaste heart

Long conversation
with you
You, on my mobile