Standing near the window, I saw i had two eyes.. made of clay.. they couldn't get.. the shelter of your palms.. they got drenched.. flowed down with water.. i had two legs.. made of wood.. waiting for you.. they got half drowned.. in the river.. they rot.. i had two hands.. made of flowers.. waiting to hold you.. in my embrace.. they got plucked.. to be offered.. to the God.. #poem
