The mining of my body till I find the soul, The rescue of myself, who someone stole, The instability of my mind, every now and then, The feelings that sediment in my pen, The soothe of a well-knitted sweater in the chilling cold, My shattered, scattered heart found a mould, The horizon where the earth found her love, The sky of peace, the flight of a dove, The intricate designs in the Ajanta caves, I write for the contentment that my soul craves