2 FEB 2018 AT 19:45

You don't glean it, do you?
You don't descry it.
Yet, you're a genuine blessing--
The cream of my pie;
And, the apple of my eye.
Yes, I'm too cliched;
But, isn't that the nub?
Sometimes, the humdrum
Is what we really yearn for--
The blanket of monotony;
The essence of sanctuary;
The veil of familiarity;
And the cognizance
That we are adequate--
Craved and needed, like this.

- Diwa