I waited all day and night.
‘Twas a phase that taught me ways,
To cut off from everyone’s sight.
My heart broken and soul torn along.
I sat by myself and wrote lines and lines,
Waiting for you to come and write our song.
Only to realize it would never happen.
Thanks to you, I knitted my cocoon,
A realm of creation is now my cosmic den.
– Poorna Chandra