Save Me

By Vomna Mohan

Drowning in season frost;

Hold my fist

Sobbing in pitch dark;

Let the palm do

It’s the toughest trough;

Tighten the grip

Endless ill at ease;

Let thy hands pamper

Solace is emptied;

Gift your nieve

To the hands, to the spring

Dear,

I am waiting

By Vomna Mohan