Being in pain, alone somewhere
Beyond the touch of love
Drinking the bitter medicine
Staring blankly at the sky above..
Searching for remedy everywhere
Not knowing its within
Slowly surfing in tranquility
No difference between patient and physician..
The cup that holds my healing drug
Carved with love by an unknown potter
Now give me honey or poison be it
Give all that makes me feel better..
~Manjuri~
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