Poetry

Never move too close
To the wings of the heart.

It hurts to touch and close
Them as they are
Tenderly integrated.

The rebel wind comes close
To me and drags me to the
Shore of Your heart.

Your nearness backs me to
The root again with
Unfamiliar love!

It hurts to get too closed,
Which distresses me any more !

It is better to look at you
From far & distant,
Over the bridge of desires…