Broken Wings

As days pass by in Your Physical Absence,

My heart continues to burn, without any smoke,

My eyes are melting in anticipation of Your Sweet Arrival.

Even now my mad mind thinks to write a letter to You,

And my blind palms searching for Your Lotus Feet,

Feeling so miserable, like a bird with broken wings.

~ Raja Sekhar Ganta ~
(From his book "108 Heart Beats")