She beckons me in her sultry tone
How eloquent she is in her utter silence
When the sun doesn’t take refuge in rest
And has illuminated my world for some days
She shows up with her promise of eternal devotion
How do I see her? How do I hear her?
Oh! Don’t be uncouth and suspecting dear reader
For in the brightest day I behold the silhouette
Of a tender plant growing in the corner
Its leaves jutting out in perfect symmetry
Wherever I look, the corner of my eye summons
For there lies the tender stem and striking leaf
“Conquer it,” they tell me as if they know the battles I
must fight
Little do they know, the charms of my temptress
I look back, I reflect and have a fleeting desire for change
And then it comes like a river bearing the rubble of
darkness
And I am swept away again
