Thursday, June 8th
11.11 pm

Let me behold those wounds of yours
which you fear to show up.
For the last time you permitted someone in,
they were left open to dry on their own
after a few stroking and kissing of course.

For I'll not try to heal them
I know you can do that on your own.
If only, these are gazed upon as stars
and not as hurdles in errands
to seek even more perfect and brighter spots.

And my love, I see a warrior in you
with his own slices of ups and downs.
And wounds that aren't meant to be camouflaged
rather ought to be worn proudly as they are.

I would love to wear these with you.

- Navita Jain