In The Dustbowl

Came to the dustbowl, against the wishes
Be in bondage to the supernatural.
Saw the beast of burden,
chill wind of grinded faces,
sickening my heart and no succour anywhere
Fading out the halcyon days
Woe and visceral pain
Sprouting out the grim reapers
Aching for care, I begged for….

She smiled on me, in the hours of need,
void of any hitch.
Has become a mentor,
Helped me to light my darken path
Made me feel so special

You are there to solace me
Each words you spore,
are becoming a sleet of calm,
deep into my heart.

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poem by Jayakumar Krishnan
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