You Are Me – K Pankajam, Tamilnadu

Hold me like a child,

the way a mother does;

caress me gently

as leaves by the breeze,

be that, what the rain is to earth

upon which I will be

like the strings in a Sitar

the silvery sound of which unifies all others

and dissolves in its shy tapestry,

then allow me to melt away

likesnow in the sunshine

or a pinch of sugar

in your hot milk

and dwell with you

as fragrance in flowers.

Because….

You are me.