Poems | Sapna Kottayil
 
I always wanted my words
to be a raindrop in the drought.
But it consistently becomes a memory.
So stopped
Let the puzzled mysteries
be safe in my heart.
The sun is half set.
Still there is a visible shine
that makes the twilight secured
I can see my beloved souls
strolling and smiling at me.
Perhaps they make me sanguine.