My True Nature

By Divya G Prasad

I don't meet them. 

But how are their shoulders wet from my crying?

Is it water? 

I don't speak to them. 

But how can they hear my screams?

Is it mountains? 

When I fell them about my success.

How do they keep me firm to the ground?

Is it land? 

I haven't told how I burn from within.

But how do they know my pain?

Is it fire? 

When I try to whisper sweet-nothings. 

How do they know the velocity of my troubles?

Is it the wind? 

Friends. These are true friends. 

By Divya G Prasad