Concern

No, dead I am not.

Not until the moment

He touches me;

With his lil fingers

Yet again!

Until such frame of time,

Let the physical me, Be.

Once, for once

Yet again,

I long to hear hiim utter - Pa.

Oh World, Caution him,

His lil fingers might hurt

For, I lay in my coffin

Lonely with a broken heart

and the sharp

shattered pieces

Lay all over ME.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

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