By Anubhav Kashyap
I shall keep it brief, my love, for your watch holds no time,
I tore my throat and ushered before you,
my words, oh my words, they were all I could afford .
I crackled the leaves, smelled the rain, stubbed my toe ,
with the wind to keep me company and the soil,
to fill my guts, a quill shall suffice to write-
the nerves beneath my skin, a quill, shall suffice.